Written by: Sarah Ramharrack

There is an empty space
 in my heart 
where your voice
 once filled
 and it seems like 1000 years
 since you have spoken
 to me.
You have pushed me
to a place
where even you 
cannot reach.
Your fingers
frantically seek me out
As your voice
grows hoarse
Yet I do not show myself
of your remorse.
I am a stranger to myself
No boundaries
No memories
No lies
No ties.
Bleed me of this fever.
As I continue to shiver
Sitting outside
In the lonely cold.
Watching my life unfold.
Filling the vacant spaces
With empty faces.