all shrink from what seems hollow.

The icy stare, the glassy daze,

and numbness soon to follow...

Necessity demands it.

Self-preservation of this soul,

a selfish means to an end?

What then, of all I’ve given ~ whole,

yet cannot fathom, selfless friend?

Sanity asks it.

The shattered heart now empty,

but the tears have not run dry.

What’s left but echoes of true love,

to let go with a silent goodbye?

Emotion begs it.

Having followed forever the way of my heart,

and to mine own self been true,

back to beginning, but lost from the start,

and hopelessly "tangled up in blue"....

Memory sings it.

God, if you’re there and listening,

then take pity on this lost spirit.

I humbly plead, eyes glistening,

for one particular soul to hear it.

Spirit questions it.

And faded into deepness, now,

a silent, numbing reverie.

Hope’s quiet voice is lost somehow,

and simply ero, "I shall be"....

Wisdom accept it.