Geteilt Durch...

My feet are hollow once again,
The steps I take upon this earth are echoing,
Traveling painfully through my flesh and bones.
A ghost lays across my shoulders,
Weighing me down with its albatross shadow-
The memories of the day your fingers slipped
Out my of sweating nervous hand.
The blood that chokes my heart is thick,
Cold, somehow intensely burning and heavy-
Freezing my lips like newly fallen snow.
I will press on to my great reward,
No cost is too immense.
Though your memory physically taxes me,
And turns my motivation into lead,
The promise of something beautiful waits ahead.