- Shards -
A closet once with purpose.
It now holds emptiness in there.
This drawer that's just been opened -
It hides her strand of hair.
Two hearts once so united
now lie a broken pair.
Embracing head in hands
I sit weeping on these stairs.
Through haze upon the window
I glimpse a dying field.
Crumbling hopes and dreams
once thought to be so real.
All visions of a future -
Now not to be fulfilled.
‘Destroyed’ by cruel deceptions
which no longer are concealed.
A familiar scent!
It stirs a ghostly vague recall.
They stain these once not empty walls.
Stillness fills the rooms.
They creak with empty hollow calls.
All create a haunting question:
Was she ever here at all?
The bathroom door now open.
It brings memories back of fair.
A stranger in the mirror..!
He just looks back at me and stares.
I wonder can he feel my pain -
or does he even care..?
Was either one on either side
‘ever’ really there?
Empty spaces everywhere!
In rooms where once she stood.
Of things that could have been and should.
One heart of dreams exhausted
when hers devoured good.
I stroke the frame upon the wall
of the shattered mirrors wood.
Then bend in crazed confusion
at this place once understood.
Climbs an empty soul and paleness
to one that dares recall.
Confusion, grief, and throbbing doubt,
to this one will befall.
All days ahead now harder.
The nights bring screaming calls.
The mind produces eerie thought:
Was I ever here at all?
As I leave the bathrooms broken glass
I stumble blindly down the hall.
The shards that lay behind me -
They beg with ˜help me’ call.
I now know these broken pieces
cannot be salvaged from the fall.
With each step I gain awareness.
‘We’ … were never here at all.
---- 2018 ----
Copyright © Seeker Shadow | Year Posted 2018