Empty Hands

How often I've told the moon about you, Secrets that only he understands, I've shown him the flowers you picked for me, But tonight I come with empty hands Since you went away, so much has changed, The heavens are stained with a gray dye, Alone in my quiet place, I wonder What fool added the 'good' to good-bye! I miss you, and I weep with the rain, When the tide leaves, I see etched in the sands The outlines of the embraces we shared, And I touch them with my empty hands I listen for whispers caught by the wind, Spoken to me when love filled my days, But I hear nothing that would ease my pain, No comfort while my dead heart decays The sky still holds the moon and the stars, Banning all that loneliness demands, While I hold the dagger you plunged in my heart.... All that's left to fill my empty hands