My mind is a boat, it’s cargo is your name, travelling on the current, lost at sea, thrown around on brain waves.
My heart is empty, my bones are now dust. Burned from the fire, I once called our love.
My eyes are black holes, hollow, swallowing whole, any beauty and crushing it so small.
My soul long departed to the Bermuda Triangle, stuck in Earth’s dead zone, no longer to return.
If love is the gift of mind, body, and soul then this is all that can be left, when that love is gone.