Toward One’s Forlorn Path
And as my eyes sag their troubles,
that’s how I know
I’m on my own.
And as rhyme stops flowing
in every part of my life,
that’s when I believe
I lost my way.
And as the empty space beside me
on a bed of a single, dull nail
refuses to quit shouting silence,
that’s what it takes for me to feel
she is missing.