The Empty Void of My Heart

Such a sadness has come upon me and my tears are salty and stain my cold, cold cheek as I think of her, the one who I loved so dearly Near a year ago today she had forgotten of me, acted as if I were such a ghost or invisible she knows I stay there in her heart, but she denies the fact I still exist and I am saddened and my heart broken in two cannot beat to the rhythmic pattern of love; for love is too fast for me to catch up. An empty void in my heart, a hollow man I am and the hounds around me bark and howl and she goes with them, walks away in the cold nights, with such pride in her step I still love thee, and she still loves me. I see in her face, those eyes of hers so beautiful and caring, she looks through my soul and sees that I still love thee, still she turns and frowns and ignores such a gentleman caller. My heart, such an empty void, I need her to fill me, for my better-half is lost without her; I am a broken man without my love. Nothing but an empty void I have become, a single hollow man in a white room, full with memories that are painted on stain glass windows and I sit and pray for her, Oh Lord, for her to return to me and love me, like the days before, when frowns were smiles, when cold grins were warm embraces. I just want her to love me again. Fill this Empty void in my pale heart, for I am a sickly rose, which needs to be watered by your grace and company. .12.18.2013.