MEASURE ME

Is it just a measure

That you weigh me with?

When the balance tilts

On the side opposite me.

Doesn’t the sky seem bluer

That someone has returned?

Returned just to leave again

Without fancies and fantasies.

Where is that void

For which I search?

Which I dread

But you don’t.

Can my love be measured?

Of course it can:

With material things

Like shining silver pieces.

Does green seem blue?

Of course it does:

For blue is the colour

That I live with.

Can my heart bleed?

Of course it can’t:

For it is drained

And has no blood left.

Can words be blank?

I can’t say that:

May be they don’t express.

Or can they even deceive?

Does the balance still tilt

To the side opposite me?

May be it does.

Because I am void.

And so is my heart.

But the pain is heavier

And the burden lighter.

For me – its all the same.

But do I not shout?

It can’t pierce the wall.

The other side you stay

And leave me to die.