Is there anything left

for us?

Faded ghosts of memories

and pale shades of love?

In our dreams 

we are far apart,

going our separate ways

all alone.

We struggle and fall,

trying to understand

our own mortal wounds.

My dream journal is empty,

the blank pages

staring with weary eyes.

In the long dark nights

wide awake I dream

feverish dreams

of loneliness.

In sadness I long for

love but

even love’s placebo effect

cannot be felt any more.

I am frightened

to walk this life

together-alone

with you.

But until death do us part,

I know,

except in fairy tales

no one dies

of a broken heart.