WALKING THROUGH AN ETERNITY OF EMPTINESS
THE ROSE PETALS FALL AT MY HEELS

Walking through an eternity of emptiness,

the rose petals fall at my heels.

I haven't written poetry in weeks,

and I haven't ridden my bike in weeks either.

But somehow in this hollow existence,

I've managed to find happiness, somehow.

And though I seem to have thrived upon sapping the romanticness out of myself,

and avoiding all things dealing with real love,

the fact remains that my face's smiles are real.

And I hope that Katie has found that same sense of happiness if not more.

Though this is not what I wanted.