Empty You Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Could this truly be considered living.
Sitting alone on the other side of the phone.
Mistaking brief moments of silence as a sign of salvation.
Truly death couldn't be this grand.
The liberation of one's self.
The hymn of another's voice to uplift you from the weight of thoughts.
Paralyzed positions of self doubt.
This was my life after meeting you.
Hoisted up on two wooden beams mistaking promises for known facts.
I became dependant.
Second guessing your incompetence.
Your long winded rants about nothing.
A slow cut across the wrists.
At this moment I knew I was dying.
I wouldn't call this 'love'.
No, not in the least.
The gentle knocks at your hearts door,
To find that occupied space had been abandoned for some time now.
The press of the phone laid flat against my ear.
Waiting for a reply only to hear silence.
Could this truly be considered living.
The flutter of hearts paused in a moments silence.
The facade of an angel, disguised in devils vanity.
This was your every intention.
This was how I came to know you.
Confused and insolent.
Afraid to commit to anything other than yourself.
Limp, favoring one leg over the next.
This was my life, walking away from you.
At this moment I could finally breath again