Between empty spaces

and while the fog
rolled upon the moors
of discontent…
she half-smiled
from her dimly lit corner
reliving ecstasy's memories,
again.
he felt
hollow, somehow
stripped bare
beneath the elements
of this dismal dwelling,
drowning in shades of sepia.
it was all coming undone,
words not spoken, echoing forever
between the halls
of empty spaces
among quiet murmurs
rising,
a murderer's heart
too heavy was this burden
that weighed
upon his soul,
dreams
once so
anticipated,
so eagerly held
against that soft glimmer
of hope
so long ago,
now turned to dust
and
scattered
with the winds
he wondered, at that moment
if maybe
salvation,
his answer
lay beyond
these sad, empty spaces…