Bare hands

Even an empty soul

Dejected 

The soul lies

A deep hollow

Dug over time

Never to be filled

On the parched

Cracked land

It will lay

Till blown away

By time

...

And that too will pass

Withered and bare

Wrinkled, it will crcak

From dust to dust

And then blow away

In thin air

A story forgotten

A love that once was