Without You

Nothing really heals a broken heart
Time just reveals decay
More damage done than battles won
Heart-strings strung out
Plucked to produce the melancholy sounds
Of a wasted life
Spent looking back on the miles
I had to travel alone
Without your touch, without your smile
Worst of all, without your love.
What choice do we have?
But to trudge on and face these terrors alone,
Independence unveil
Surpassing all I could have done with you.
Miles turned to years,
Hours spent thinking of you
Became poems and songs
Of myself, a lost bard.
Found in himself and the world around.
Discovering long-lost rhymes
Written in the runes of these tree roots.
I look out up a glisten
A precipice white
And listen to the whistle from within
Found without
Without you