I’m blind to what I don’t understand

     And I’m numb to everything I feel.

         Across a field 

           A fielded land 

               Filled with flowers

                       Each to represent

                Every card we’ve dealed

            And I wondered where

               They all had flew 

            Every sleepless night

          Where we lie awake 

     Tired and waiting til the day renew.

  
              And now I sit here.

            I pick a flower and

             Reside it behind 

               Your ghost’s cold ear.

              I sit and I wonder 

                Where all the days have gone

            Where all the time has gone

                  To whisper how much 

             I love you too.

             For what else is one supposed to do?
          When they have no more cards

             Just a powerless shell 

               Shell of a person. 

                  Hollow and empty 

                             Hollow and

                                                 empty.