Aftermath

Will you come if I cry ,
or look up if I sigh?

Are you lost , always passing by?
I'm longing for you to try.

Always guarded but I once saw you shy,
it was right before you were about to die.

In that moment there was a plight,
of all my smiles and my sight.

My present seems to be ,
the ruins of past you and me.

My heart holds an empty rumble,
caught between worthless and humble.

I'm choking in the dusty aftermath ,
echoing like a scarecrow's laugh.

What is left for my tears to cleanse ?
Nothing but a bitter, internal revenge.