Vacant
Tho' my arms and legs are solid, I am hollow where it counts, heart & head.
If emotions where breath I'd be gasping for air, flailing.
Luckily, I am only gasping for answers.
Where our empathy once dwelled,
We have only apathy.
Where our passion once resided,
We barely even have compassion.
There is no doubt of our love, we are propped up by its tenuous ties that must stretch miles and days. This is a precipice we may not walk the same direction from.
And I am already lost.
If emotions where breath I'd be gasping for air, flailing.
Luckily, I am only gasping for answers.
Where our empathy once dwelled,
We have only apathy.
Where our passion once resided,
We barely even have compassion.
There is no doubt of our love, we are propped up by its tenuous ties that must stretch miles and days. This is a precipice we may not walk the same direction from.
And I am already lost.