.dead.

You asked me where the love went,

I pointed; using the briefest of smiles,

there – down where ghosts haunt,

where rattles of unborn children lay,

I will never stay I say,

your stare me down,

hard; enough to break my bond,

then nothing,

while I tremble you fall,

as you fall I see truths between lies,

love unreciprocated,

and youthful dreams

dead