Dusty Ruins.

I built cathedrals in my heart.
I made the spires perfect.
I polished the golden wood altars
Until they sparkled like the moon.
It was only then that I heard
The empty wind howling through
The hallways.
The emptiness rippled
And shook the deepest of depths.
My cathedrals fell,
But it was then,
In the dusty ruins of my experience
That I found you.