isolation

He yearned for long drives

for lazy mornings and warm nights

he longed for slow dances 

underneath the black, moonlit canvas

to the rhythm of unspoken vows

of eternal love and fidelity

he craved for petty quarrels

that blossomed into fierce love making  

which left nothing but gentle kisses

and intertwined souls caressed by the cold autumn breeze

he dreamed of discovering new worlds

exploring cities

getting lost in a labyrinth strangers and skyscrapers

unafraid of wandering too far

for you, his home, is with him.

but just as dreams dissolve at the crack of dawn

so did his

he looked in the mirror and saw the void on his chest

the nothingness that engulfed the remaining fragments of his heart

"the pain is debilitating" he thought

he retreated into an emotional fortress where no one could touch him again.