As much as it hurts,

I am old enough to say goodbye,

No one holds my heart,

Especially one who makes me cry. 

There is nothing to be said,

This is no elegy for love,

But a prayer for release,

So that they can rule in my stead.

So many read this and think of love,

But if anything it’s the lack thereof, 

The lack of a fire on a lonesome night,

A shrouded dream for my soul to spite.

A hopeless song for an angel’s plight,

Singing of the parting dawn,

The voices glare with all their heart,

Tiring of all their pawns. 

My heart is there in cloudless blue,

Lovely songs to heap upon,

Their eyes lay down the darkness cloak,

All for the love of nothing new…

And my heart sings it’s last dirge,

Creeping on the quiet sun.