I can no longer walk this path with you!
My feet are tired—
Tired of trampling on your carpet of rejection,
And you looking away as if your eyelashes
Did a Simone Biles flip into your eyes,
As the cold words, “My love died!” left your lips!

The words flooded my heart;
Tears flowed from its overflow.
I heard the things your silence spoke;
Rushing like a wave to the shore
Unfettered as untamed freedom,
I ran with the thought you left long ago,
And though some remnants remain,
Liberty rescued me, taking the pain.

The fireplace no longer warms the room because you took
The box of matches and no sparks are left in the embers.
Where is the music in the song we danced to?
The lyrics are dried out. Empty!
We had a place in the timeless spacing of our dreams
Until I woke up to find the strings severed and frayed
When you said your love died.