my heart had been empty so long,

yet it felt as if i’d always been whole

i thought you’d always be in my life,

you said you’d always play a role..

i listen for my heartbeat, am i still alive?

the fingers reach out, searching for a sound

though i can feel it on the wrist,

i’m sure this heart has no pound.

i sit in silence, but no one is there to notice

this heart and soul must no longer exist

-it’s just a feeling, but towards what?

the thoughts race and race yet no comprehension,

no one can make sense of this mind,

is it even mine?