Hollow.

You’re in my arms but still you’re not there.
Not fully.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
In what moment did you forget to return?
To leave me standing here, lost.
Holding onto you for dear life.

Your breath touches my skin yet you stand,
Breathless.
Did you exhale only to forget to inhale again?
Gasp, only to hold your breath?
In the time you were gone, did you forget to live?
To breath?
What happened when you turned away?

Can the dead feel, like we do?
Give me the answer you search for yourself.
Tell me how to die the way you did.
To leave but to still stand,
In that one place you swore never to leave.
Can the confused, confuse?
Can we?

Give me the answer to the question you forgot to ask.
Remember to walk the lies we built.
The path still winding, straight.
Once again,
Can the dead cry like you do?
You know the answer,
Why not reply?