Fate

The halls within me are empty again

Echoes of you reverberate against those walls

Like a shooting star you are gone

No more to be seen, let alone touched.

I look for strength and find a dark well

Answers to my questions remain fleeting

Excuses are just excuses

They always hide the real truth.

But it is what it is …

Courage must be found again

Summoned from a drying well

Faith this is not my fate.