You ask what remains
after emotions have drained?
Just a pair of eyes
that now only look to see,
not to feel, not to remember.
No trace of yesterday,
no shape of tomorrow.
A tongue
dried of words,
not by silence,
but by the absence of anything left to say.
A heart
that once raced with thoughts,
sometimes too fast, sometimes painfully slow
now beats in rhythm,
like a tired clock,
not to feel,
but to survive.
And the soul?
Perhaps it’s locked away somewhere,
though the key still rests in my hand.
But the cage
it’s become comfortable.
Because whatever it took
to live outside of it...
is gone now.
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