Paths of separation

loneliness can create frozen feelings

the edges and back of my heart are cold

and shivers from the weight of sorrow

you are going away, 

i remember your face

your eyes

the smile of your spirit touching

the sides of my heart

moving up to my throat

getting stuck there

in a tight, choking spasm of paralysis

i see your empty footprints 

sunken in the frozen ground

remnants of your walk

your body, your talk and your laugh

emptiness surrounds me now and i cry

at times like this i would rather have died

or not have been born

the pain of a heart alone 

is such great weight, 

a massive crushing stone

there's ghosts in the air 

surrounding my inner ear

i hear laughter and voices soft

there's ghosts in the air

surrounding my eyes,

i see them floating by 

and i cannot touch them

cannot hold them 

or look into them anymore

they are gone

and going on

it could be that i will never see them again

i die alive in my grief 

die alive in the loneliness 

of my broken heart