What's Left

Let it go, and then

There's a hollow place

Rustling leaves and debris

That she left in me

Open the window

If you want to, you don't have to

My heart will never again

Fly as swift as it did towards her beacon

Never oh no mistake for love

A heaping on of heavy words

Words drenched in honey

Dripping and sticky

Words made of rope

Vines thick with thorns

Where did I go? Where did I go?

Where did I go? Where did I go?

Now is this home? Now that I know

What is not love? What is not home?