Left to leave

Miles away

Traces of darkness flicker in the eyes,
shadows colour the shades,
pale strikes the sun on the face,
nothing ever seems to work these times.

Cold shakes the body,
heat strokes the burning heart,
fingers slide across the harp,
music gives shelter and harmony.

Slowly she drags herself,
biting her lips against hissing winds,
that he sends her as awkward hints,
the darkness has a lot to tell.

Seperated from each other,
their souls seem to blend together,
but their hearts are bloody shattered,
it seems likely that he is not bothered,
careless laughing about the teardrops,
while she steps on the path of the lost.

There is a little piece,
he takes a look upon it,
as his fingers close the lid
he remembers the sheets,
which she once handed to him,
deeply embedded lies her rest, 
her heart in a frozen chest,
written in words as her last hint:

"Do not wait for me in the deep, my soul was already left to leave,
 before we met in a life miles away, keep my words for I am astray.
 It is my fault as you told everyday, so I will never again make you shame.
 Farewell."

The paper falls to the ground,
as tears swallow his eyes...
to...finally... shout...
and... probably...as well... die...