He's empty, foolish with desire he cannot
describe nor fulfill.
He has no where to go now.
Searches and only ends up facing
a mirror of nothingness.
His place of darkness, self induced pain.
Takes photographs of self to validate;
A shadow with no shade, no impression.
No substance... empty.
His yesterday has curled away as
so much ebony smoke.
Today squandered and all but forgotten.
Tomorrow, …... without her,
he has none.