**This is a rough copy; still deciding on the best title to describe it.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror
Lost within the depth of his own eyes
Eyes which expressed sadness and anger
An empty soul whose heart felt broken
His reflection no longer meant something
For he felt like the walking dead…
A shadow within the immensity of the night
He looked at himself,
The silence felt overwhelming
His life had reduce itself to this…
Silent days and silent nights.
He had loved and lost
His heart cried in silence
Silent screams wanting to spring from his soul
The pain had transformed his essence
His pride no longer lived there
Disappointment ran through his veins
He had lost it all
He’d given himself to those kisses
To those caresses he now craves to feel
With one kiss she could bewitch her pray
Like the light of the moon in all its splendor
She had him under his spell
He was hers to command
He yearned to be lost under her once more,
To look at her eyes as she bounced freely
To hold her hills while his mind succumbs to ecstasy
Moments of sweet tenderness and lust
She had brought him back to life
She helped him to believe and live
Yet with one final word she’d taken his life
He couldn’t understand what had happened
When did she stop loving him?
When did the fire become ice?
Now, only her memory keeps him alive
Now he lays at night,
Imagining his lips once more touching hers
The spell of burning nights imprinted in his memory
Memories which burned his body
Keeping him warm during the cold empty nights
He aches to hear her voice
His hands tremble desiring to touch her once more
Her naked body had been his temple
Her arms a place where he found refuge
His sanity was falling into the labyrinth of madness
In which moment did he lose his compass?
He had given more than his soul
He had given his own life.