The Apothecary (Abscence of Love)

I walk through the crowded halls,

The sound of laughter all around me,

The lights reflecting off the walls,

Show the truth of all reality,

The doors open slowly,

A figure walks in,

But for what gain? I remain lonely,

A shadow with no soul within,

I reach the street,

My footsteps echo through my head,

I look down at my feet,

And wonder where I've been led,

A door,

Sitting ajar,

A dazzling polished floor,

A trim looking far above par,

I see the silence,

I hear the expanse of solitude,

A rhythm of sense,

Not far from a feeling of fortitude,

The stairs creak,

I remain insecure,

A streak,

A disease without cure,

The darkness surrounds,

I see a glow,

Yet the loneliness abounds,

Approach it slow,

Squinting I can see,

Something familiar, comfortable,

A completely new reality,

And yet I long for the improbable,

The screen turns off,

I turn but can't see,

I stifle a cough,

As shouts echo above me,

Fear envelops me,

I retreat to the concrete floor,

A figure approaches smoothly,

No hurt, no pain, no more,

Then, as the mist,

It lifted as it was brought,

The live I've missed,

The one I've sought,

I sit, a lonely shadow,

The emptiness opens wide,

A broken, forgotten meadow,

Destroyed by the unforgiving side,

Forgotten by the ones I love,

And left behind,

Abandoned by those above,

A paper left unsigned,

I am beyond redemption,

A husk, a memory,

A last recollection,

Of the lonely apothecary.