In the Land Where...

The end of a love affair

When you find yourself

Staring into the abyss of her blank eyes

Where you once were

A flame, a spark, or at least something

Enough to hold her gaze for a while

 

When hopelessness

Pours in through your window

With the early morning fog, and

Settles down slowly as if to say,

“I’m here to stay”

 

When the well of words runs dry, and

All your efforts yield nothing more

Than a handful of mud that

Neither quenches thirst

Nor washes away your sorrow

 

That’s when you’ll know

You have arrived in

The land

Where

Love dies