Void

These happy days are fleeing now,
Not kidnapped nor detained.
They melt away in a blissful thaw,
Steaming apart with relief.
With no bowing exits,
Nor graceful farewells,
Only vacuous minutes
To speak of the void
That they shall never feel.

These joyous tears are weeping dry,
Not pooled up nor sustained.
They flow away in floods of guilt,
Streaming up hill with no pause.
With no bowing exits,
Nor graceful farewells,
Only vacuous deserts
To tell of the void
That they shall never feel.