Late Night Poetry

I walk alone

When at first we fell apart, I filled with fear
That a life without you could not be had
But through long nights, endless sleep it was clear
That I would for now no longer be sad

Your return lit skies that burned your mark
Left behind bitterness of tear salt
Remnants hung chains that tempted the dark
Empty passages of unkept guilt and fault.

But still pages turned grasping empty truths
Begging for shotgun in your colourless sky
You didn't need me as the one who mended your youth
Someone else saved you, to me you said goodbye.

But somehow you knew, that if we did part
the troubles we had would lift off my heart.