Just Me

Clawing with every fiber of my soul,
Kicking and screaming,
I drug myself away from him.
Rotting as they fell from my eyes,
My tears, stale and old.

In a desperate attmept to suddenly care about myself,
I released my ever slipping grasp.
I let him float away and I lay in a solitary void with no intentions on calling for help.

No faint illumination of love to be seen,
I told time by the palputations of my eternally wounded heart.

Foolishly, I have faith that this silence will revert to a source of solace and serene.

Days have passed,
Weeks have rolled along,
And years sluggishly lurch forward.
Still I linger ,stedfast.
Still I wait for a faint shimmer of radiance,
Still I sparatically grasp.

Although in perpetual darkness I waft,
With only the beating of my hopefull heart
to confide in,
Still I beleive,
That there is room in another's heart for me to reside in.