I could miss you,
If I had the feelings you stole.
When I was whole.

Ditched and strung about,
You left me without!
Now all I have is the anger.

The distain, stress, FURY.
I'd run from the fire,
But now I have desire.

Right, I still have that.
THAT! The feeling of longing... remembrance.

Can it fade?
What once was so hot,
The feelings caught.

Yes, as an abyss,
Never-ending with out bliss.
My out side is charred.

Inside I feel it now.
Growing and expanding,
A cold dulling what was commanding.

What can I be!?
I cant see..
Good-bye me, I'll miss you.

So, there is a gap.
No bridge to be seen.
A precipice untapped.
I can see the green.

Ah, the challenge.
forgetting all secrets,
Can you find the hinge?
Never mind, I can see your pockets.

Also green in color.
You won't tell me,
You don't even remember.
Like a honey bee.

I'll take the ominous message.
Not sent by you,
but by the passage.
What a wonderful clue.

Ever closer to the answer.
Hopefully, the gap will close.
I'll see the other side with pleasure.
So you pose.

Questioning what isn't, or is.
Wanting the green again.
Looking it over, deeply knowing the bliss.
Misunderstanding the plain.

Anyways, this side,
isn't so bad.
You can watch the tide.
The blue only lingers a tad.