One Tear Removed
My heart has stopped!
There is no sound
within these hollow walls.
No pumping as it were.
Oh God, no beat!
No drum that sounds the rhythm of the day.
No melody that sings your serenade.
Enter the night!
Cooling desert flowers with her breeze.
She spits; then laughs,
as star shed tears
to wash your footprints from a routine path.
I search in vain
to find a reverie; a fleeting song,
where you once lived
dancing in the shadow of the sun.
Yet, what remains
is just a silhouette within my mind,
which quickly turns to stone
without remorse,
then walks away in haste;
a living thing,
one tear removed
from a desperate scream.