VAIN...

Vain attempts to evoke a dead soulFamiliar cries of anguishAnd the feeling of a large gaping holeThe dismemberment ,Parts of one unified wholeLike the million pieces of glassA moment after its fallNo time to pick upNor a second to look backIn a moment one changesAnd dons another roleA new face , fresh expressionsNew words .new talk, new ways and needsNewer expectations tooAn upheld hand amongst the muted numbersAnd the moment of silenceFollows...And seemed like it would never endEternity.