My Heart is a Ghost Town

My heart is a ghost town
maybe not a real ghost town
for I am living there
quietly waiting
quietly in all loneliness
quietly waiting
for you to come
arriving
and start making
this place whole again
water the soil
make me alive
bury the seeds
that will grow
into beautiful blooms
and we’ll capture the
spring air in the form
of lyrics
but now
my heart is still empty
a ghost town of sorts.