The Crime Scene is an Empty Room

How did so much come to nothing

Leaving just an empty space

When everything was over

And there were no truths left to face

Just aching walls of silence

With a window to the past

Highlights where it all went wrong

And where we tried to make it last

It’s almost like a crime scene, now

Missing just a chalked-up outline

To represent the bodies

Who we were before the fault line

Came crashing down around us

Like a plane we couldn’t fly

Or an ocean bent on flooding

Every dream we held inside

I look around that empty room

Deep inside my soul

To remind myself of all I’ve lost

Before I turn to go

There’s nothing left in there for me

It’s time to lock the door

And leave behind the memories

Of who I was before

That one brief shining moment

Those too few wonderous years

That were only just a fairytale

There’s no happy ending, here.

~Mandy KocsisĀ©2023~

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