The Soil he tries to tend

His sleeves run red with his heart
pumping
pushing
Trying to keep his false smile
from cracking

Closing his eyes
the sweet memories pass
a slideshow
torturous
Each happy memory
one cut among many

Alone
perpetually
Searching for someone else who's heart
resembled his

Each day
a new fresh reminder
Each night
as empty as the last

Hopeful
woeful
Carrying on almost as if  in spite

His dreams a sweet respite
they take him away from the darkness of the day
but they too, never last

How long before the nothingness overtakes?
Before the light dies completely?
Leaving nothing but a shell
a broken flower pot
Where nothing grows anymore