Empty Heart


I sat under the acacia tree,
amongst the company of
the cold air and brightly
peppered horizon of
Las Vegas city lights.
it was half past midnight.
i sat, waiting for the stars
to come out; the ones that
went out when you closed
your heart to me forever.
what kind of magic was that,
the kind to make a boy in an
infinite universe feel even
smaller on a planet where
men walk like giants ?
i ponder a question that
hardly makes sense but
the soul knows the answer:
set it upon its falling path
into Love's endless abyss.
and as for the question:
how is an empty heart drained ?