I find myself walking

In the aftermath

Of your love

 

What should have been divine

Has become sadly benign

And so, here I am

Broken 

 

On my knees

Praying for intervention

From a deity

Who looks down

From above

 

My tears fall

Like autumn leaves

From grieving trees

I yearn for kind words

But my fate has spoken

 

No more to be said

Time has taken it’s toll

The storm has blown through

There’s no more I can do 

 

I wish you the best

But my soul is dead

To you

Where love once blossomed

Indifference resides

À part of me

That I can no longer hide 

 

I will keep walking

One step at a time

I know I will find

This heart that was always mine.  

C.K. 22