my void

the void you leave won't make a sound on the water
the void you leave won't brush the leaves on the ground
the void you leave won't play with the wind's hair
the way you used to live
the finger's touch won't warm a drop on the styx
the breath's air won't fog in the darkness
the coins forever cold in your hand
to pay the ferry man
the void you leave is the sound of the hammer
the void you leave is the silent anvil
the void you leave is the frozen laughter
where voices used to play
walk me down and look never backwards
the shade treks through the plains of night
walk me down and look never backwards
disappeared in the light
the void you leave is the shadow of the raindrops
the void you leave is the moonbeam's path
the void you leave is the footprint's hollow
on bent grass in the spring
the void you leave is me