And though you appeared sweet
felt the emptiness in your eyes,
indifference is the silence that hurts
more than words.
I strain to hear the once beating
heart, one that used to smile and
tell me life’s too short.
I see you with your face stone
cold, swallowed the sun in attempts
to feel the warmth. I haven’t the
time to loathe anyone.
Horizon’s a hue of gold and brown,
I watch as you wade in a purgatory
of sorts; pushing and pulling the
other at the same time.
Photo Credits: Firefly George Seeley