Aftermath

I walk this path alone,
The leaves flutter by,
Rustling, shimmering,
Flying with the wind.

The cold winter air
Fresh on my face,
My breath projected
As I walk alone.

Loss and consequences,
Rights and wrongs,
Why, who, when and for what?
Questions I want to ask.

A tear trickles down my cheek
That once felt your touch,
Your hand, your lips,
Your love…

The sky darkens,
Street lamps flicker on,
My feet rack the gravel
As I kick it in pain.

What went wrong?
Was I too selfish,
Uncaring or cold?
What did I do?

I know you won’t come back,
But know this: my heart,
Is shattered in a thousand pieces.
It reflects my own hurt,
And haunts me as I walk…

This figure walks condemned,
As leaves whirl around him,
He is just a shell of himself:

His soul has left him.