phantom heart

you can hear my voice but avoid what i am saying-

don't leave me i beg, but you do.

there is no future where there was no love,

and where there was no love, no love was lost.

cost of living manufactured and manmade-

inflated by pennies, nikels, and dimes.

where did all that time with you go-

the times i let slip through my hands.

out of reach, i still see what might have been-

but what could have been different?

stare a hole through my chest where i use to have a heart,

and the void stares back wishing you could just see it for what it is.

hollow echoes of 'i love you more than myself' slowly fade

ricocheting in between the endless horizon and my brain

and where i use to have a heart, now there is nothing

except the suffocating weight of the distance in the space where it was-

of knowing that's all we share now.

bitter and lonely resignation to the fire of love growning cold.

but why does my phantom heart still yearn for more?