Huddled in the corner of a room,
Arms wrapped around his knees,
His world is now in a vacuum,
Where all that's left is debris,
The silence is deafening,
Despite the laughter coming from the hall,
The memories come crashing,
Despite him not thinking about anything at all,
He is surrounded by reminders,
Of how they once lived their lives together,
From the photos to the clothes to the perfume,
Items that now just leave him dazed and confused,
All he wants is just to hold her once more,
To hold her hands that caressed and nursed him,
He wished she'd appear and walk through the door,
But all he is left with is shadows in his world so dim,
He longs to hear her call his name again,
The voice of his very own guardian angel,
That soothes and takes away all his pain,
But all he is left with is the taunts of the devil,
He dreams of looking into her eyes,
Ones that once looked at him with love and adoration,
The ones he swore to wipe whenever she cries,
But it was he who caused them to lose passion,
He knew all along it was his own doing,
That she was already gripping at the end of the rope,
And yet it all remained the same and he did nothing,
Now all that he's left with is hope beyond hope.
