What Comes After

The wind blows away all cohesive thought
I can’t even find it within myself to be distraught
This time since we’ve been apart have felt like centuries
I’m caught in a never-ending loop of all of our memories.

One day we were together; the next day we were torn apart
My soul’s merely an abyss when it once outshone the brightest star
I can’t swallow this point of our history
I beg you to please set my heart and soul free.

Flames turn to dust
This aching chasm overwhelms my heart that was once full of love
Nothing stays the same
Except the bitterness and the gnawing pain.

What is there after? What comes after love?
I can’t just let this go. Was my heart and soul not enough?
We didn’t account for what comes after
Our dreams and promises came crashing down in a disaster.

I move forward like a battle-hardened soldier
I guard what remains of my heart as I may never get closure
What comes after still remains a mystery
Yet my soul burns with this conviction: “I write my own destiny.”