Now the shelves are empty

Dust underneath the feelings

Home feels empty like a coffin

Deteriorating the seeds of now

The voices in the winds uttered,

The mirror is not always reflective


And love is not a bandage

The heart chooses what it wants

Buttoned to the rhythm of self

Drowning the empty in the sea

And only the heavens know

And only the heavens know

The things love lets us do.