Absolved of...
What is it that something went wrong?
There was supposed to be something deep
A connection from our childhood gone
What has fallen to shame
The shallow remains
You are not even a husk
Can you not breathe?
Perhaps you cannot speak?
When did a book replace who I once sought?
There is nothing to you now
I am aghast
There is nothing for us to speak on more, just a lost and lacking part that has breathed its last and left with choice; an emptiness.
There you are, absolved of living.
