My hands in my pockets
Eyes imploring, "Don't leave"
But you're already gone
Your heart hears, not my cries
This I know, and dispute.
A tiny voice from the past
Within your cold, bare heart
Surely, must echo?
Gone now
I drift upon the wind
My direction unimportant
People crowd my swollen depression
Pandering, cuddling, stroking
Reassuring words, unnoticed
Within my cold, bare heart
Repeatedy, they echo.
Today a new face
Smile exploring, "hello..."
Thoughts of you gone
Heart remembers, not my pain
Until I realise, and refuse
A tiny voice from my past
With a cold, bare heart
Quietly, must echo.
Alone now
Lost upon the wind
My direction ungainly
People pass my growing self-loathing
Avoiding, frowing, disapproving
Muttered words much noticed
Within my cold, bare heart
Deafeningly, they echo
Today the old me
Grinning affably, "Hello!!"
Yesterdays gone
Heart remembers, without pain
This much I realise, and accept
The tiny voice from my past
Within a cold, bare heart
Forever, will echo
Bright now
Soaring in the wind
My direction unimportant
People crowd my smiling expression
Laughing, talking, loving
A million lives warming
filling my cold, bare heart
Where, forever; you shall echo