I'm lying here,
A hollow husk,
An empty frame,
A ravaged land.
This is me
And all I stand for,
Washed away and bleached bone-white.

"I miss you,"
Are useless,
Tender words
That mean nothing,
Do nothing, now.
So here I sit,
Crying snowflake tears,
No warmer than my heart.

My eyes are dull,
My soul is sleeping;
The dog is tired,
The child weeping--
It burns my tongue;
Fills my stomach with dread,
The word "goodbye," leaves me dumb and dead.

My skin still tingles from our last embrace,
And your scent still tickles my nose.
Your bright, shining eyes
Bore black holes in my heart--
Will I ever see you again?