At the End of the Day

 At the end of the day

After many nights of tears and heartaches,

This treacherous heart slowly eases.

The ache fades bit by bit

Until all that’s left

Is the sadness.

Of regret, of sorrow.

Of things left unsaid.

The well of tears dries up

Like a wanton abandoning

Its troubled mate.

The eyes that can only see you

Slowly closes, little by little.

The weight drowning the crying heart

Lightens like the sun breaking the dawn.

And the memories start to fade

Until I can no longer see your face.

Your eyes, your hands, your lips

Become fleeting memories.

The blood that stopped moving within,

Caving into coldness,

Had started pumping through the veins

Bringing warmth and lightness

Even as this troubled soul reaches

The lowest trench within.

I can’t see you now.

I can’t remember the small things.

I have forgotten your voice.

All your whispered laughter and doubts.

The feet have started moving,

Forward. Forward. And forward still.

Is this emptiness

The void in the storm

That was once called your love?

Or is this how love ends.

Just like this.

Just like this.

Like winter and summer

With no spring in between?

A lone wolf’s cry breaks the silence,

And my feet keep on moving.

At the end of the day,

The road was empty and open still.

R.M.  2021.08.04