Nostalgia Avenue

The tears on your pillow case,
Have evaporated.

That's all you have left,
Of a night left in pitch black.

Left in awe
Of the final event
You never called.

An expectation you didn't hold.
I am the pilot flying the chambers of my own heart..

Over distant, sparkling
And far away lands.

In all of that I cannot grasp
An understanding
For why you choose not love,
But fear.