No footprints in the snow.

snow

If only.you could see the shattered

remains of my reflection in this

smeared mirror, lost without detection.

Grey eyes searching for your existence

Emptiness ignorantly insistent.

And you are gone

no footprints in the snow

And you are gone lost

the one I thought I know.

Have you ever turned to find me gone?

Through the storms that crashed

The words we lashed, the distant echo

that shattered glass, dooming love so very fast.

Unknown future, murky now in tainted past

Have I ever wandered off our path?

And you are gone

no foot prints in the snow,

And you are gone.

The one I thought I know.

Loyal blood stained on carpets edge

Hooked up to an open needle, synthetic

replacement, drug of choice.

Loyal blood spills across lovers voice, through

The air we breathe, and still you question me?

And you are gone

no footprints in the snow

And you are gone

the only love I’ve known.

And you are gone,

the only love I know.

KH©2016

Image found on Pinterest.

Davy Jones locker.

image

Each grain of sand a broken heart saved by Davy Jones to insulate his locker. The melancholic melody protected in the Seas of the fallen. Soldiers of the depths collecting pain as I collect the tiny shards of green glass beaten and worn down by pain until it is spat back ashore, smooth and frosted. I ponder as I search the tiny piece of glass, how much heart ache did it take before it reemerged as this tiny slice of beautiful perfection.

Karen Hayward ©2016