Spent some time alone researching wisdom
To perform your exorcism
Not to free the demons from this shattered heart
But to free the God who's promise fell apart.
The piano lies beneath your clothes
Instead of offering accompaniment for my prose
Rigamortis, cartoon smiles
Are all that I have now, for this song unsung.
Took a walk today, embrace the silence
But all that greeted me was the void of your presence
Rain clawing at my skin like a newly gravelled road
Unmasking the solitute of creative uninspired.