specter

my leaf of creation
is empty tonight
but your face remains
and your voice,
still resonates inside

when the searing fire is restless,
this empty soul is also bleeding
as I walk my redemption;
standing on the edge
of reasoning
and confusion

we may be chained and haunted
by shadows of time,
but you shall always be free
like a treasured memory

if I could only catch tears
like shards of a broken glass
for you I will open my hands
to feel the pain
of an endless burden

girl, this is my
Solitary Creed:

I may not be the first
to be there for you,
but I choose to be
the last
to love you.