Letter to a Broken Lover

art - 'No particular place to go' by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

find it hard to face

the black void

without you

space left behind

chills me to the bone

shape of you

still melted to the pillow

cast forever like

lovers in Pompeii

embracing til the last

breath,

leaves my lips

filling the silence

shaking and regret 

all the words

thundered across 

space and time

meaningless, now

all i hear is the

rhythmic pounding

head against chest

rising, falling

steady, fast

trace the shape of your

bleeding heart

and remind me

there's still work to be

done, set in stone

goodbyes are not

forever, but

invitations to mend

the aching of 

your mind

press my hands against 

the cascading bricks

fight til the end

for what's right

cos this is right,

in your arms

there are no goodbyes

only hills

to conquer

battles to win

grasping your hand 

i feel i can

unite the lands

and reclaim

your love,

a song i sing

when the feelings

get too much

the reminder that

we are broken

but both mending,

slowly,

together

united by

whispers of promises

we both can not

break,

the glass

invite you inside

these halls felt so lonely

until you

arrived

brought colour to the walls

and opened up my eyes

to a life worth living

with you by my side

Author's Note

Constructive criticism welcome~