She speaks, but the meaning is lost, within the hollow words

Her actions contradict the dead emotions

Silently you continue the act of revival:

ignorance.

She leaves. No word. No goodbye.

Was this the way it was supposed to be?

Time creates a calloused heart

But still beneath the shell, tender

Silently you continue the act of revival:

stubbornness.

And through the cracks, love still presses forth,

Only to get lost somewhere in the span of two thousand miles

Did she get it?

...maybe not

Give it some time…try again

She got it right?

…bitterness

Try, try again,

The act of revival

No pulse,

ever

This is the way it is.

No hope, no love, no glory

No happy ending.