At the very end of Love

There is no threshold to cross

I am already on my hands and knees

Only a shadow away from darkness.

You once said statues do not cry

But now I know

The tears just keep falling inwards

from those glazed eyes

straight into the emptiness

There is no heart inside.

You told me stones do not feel pain

But now I know

Near the end of the road

at the edge of the cliff of life

All the things unsaid can be heard

in the sadness of a sigh.

At the very end of Love

There is no threshold to cross

No light on the other side

Just a fall into darkness

of a single teardrop

in the last good-bye.