A blank space
A damaged slate
Once written on has been erased
This weathered face
Burried in this headstones grace
I guess its fate, or something like nothing
I hear you feel nothing
What was it that I felt on your chest then
The nights we laid combined
Our energies intertwined
Maybe that's just me
I should have stayed beneath my trees
A winged bee dancing free

©thistleprickpoetry