Emotional Void of His Heart.

Wandering the desert alone desperation fading into place
thoughts of him behind get beats to my heart pumping
not at a normal rate
Climbing up the mountain of blood flow
I pushed away the droplets lingering on the precious
path
he is not in the desert preparing coldness to warmth
no emotion left inside his being
his past took it from him
with the many years of famine
by preferring to live on with the great loss.
I could no longer live in the hoarding of the house
no room to walk no place any pictures
my place had never been erected inside this place.
Just so tired of emptiness from the emotional
void of his heart.
♠ ♠ ♠
Writing for leaving a loved one behind to live a fuller life.