She’s gone, not coming back.
Move on, brother, move on, they say,
But surety of another? A cliché.
It happens to everyone, they drone,
But age’s wisdom leaves me alone.
How can I move on? Where’s the ‘me’?
Lost the moment love claimed victory.
No place to move, no one to be moved,
Nothing but longing, a soul unsoothed.
A longing that lingers, a void profound
No me, no place, no solid ground.
Only the echo of what used to be,
A haunting silence, an endless plea.
