Washed Dreams Poem by Jay Aguiniga

Standing on the edge of darkness,
My dream washes against my broken soul.
I gaze upon a distant fading aspiration,
Next to me where she once stood,
I still feel the warmth on the ground.
Now the silence pours down onto me,
Layering me with her soft-spoken voice.
I cry, the tears sting my swollen red eyes,
Helplessly I watch the hope, turn to nothing but dust.
Stepping forward, I fall from the edge,
I feel myself fall to shattered pieces.
Still falling..I reach for her heart,
But loves fate disappears from my touch.
I find no end, there is no beginning,
Just the infinite hurt of my pain.
Breathless, I know understand,
I tremble, what I have lost.