Moving on

I stand in front of the full-length mirror.
I look at myself.
I am no longer what I used to be.

My eyes have dark circles.
They are swollen and red.
They don't have a sparkle.

My lips, they don't smile no more.
No smiles reach my eyes.

I don't walk.
I just shuffle.

My heart is heavy, all the time.
It beats slower.

I am nothing.
But a shell.
Whose soul you took away.

I await its return.
Till then.
I look forward to nothing.