Empty

“Empty”

I am yours only when life bores you.
And for that, all my soul adores you.
My demons are not silenced, but incensed
By this aurora your silhouette is set against.
My thoughts cannot live without your echo.
I still sit in silence by the window
Hoping to see you in a darkness foreign
To the flesh of connection.

I come across a horizon forever unborn:
A day whose mantle never shall be worn.
It is in that dawn that never shall rise
That I would wake to a paradise
By one who once slumbered in this place,
Yet dreaming in the rising of the rays.
For a moment, it seems real:
These shrouds, a form seem to conceal,
But when raised, all is vacancy,
All is empty…

Everywhere is the scent of death and time.
It is a burden, a cross to bear, and I’m
Praying to believe they do not surround me,
Like angels dying all around me
In this coldness where you used to be,
Your absence weighing so heavily
That my heart dreams a terrible dream
And wakens with a scream,
A terrible, aching scream I know you cannot hear,
And for this, evermore I hold you dear.

I laid that part of me I would not sacrifice
Into your hands when we said our goodbyes.
There it lay, an earthly nothingness,
And I beg you for your forgiveness:
I did not know…I could not, I dared not see
But the deed is done, and your hands are empty.

© 2022 Marten Hoyle