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Should I just start my grieving over the loss of you now?
We both felt like we were being taken over,
and had found someone that was so alike it's scary,
and that we had a close friend out of it,
but now I feel as if someone had died.
We had such great times chatting, joking, laughing.
Now your so distant that I can't even see your shadow.
I'm preparing my heart to say,
"You are gathered here today, to lie to rest, My Night and Day..."
I know you'd have a friend in me, forever by your side as you need.
Someone come hell or high water will be,
but the words you spoke match your actions toward me.
So fast so soon,
We got close as the sun are to trees,
but watch my leaves begin to fall as your sun you hold from me.
I try to water the roots to keep it alive,
but withering away I ask you, "is this our depriving hearts goodbye?"
I had vision of you. You were on your knees, drained of energy and to weak to move. Your white gown, surprisingly not stained  not in least. Your hands are palms down to the ground,  your face is having the earth. A tear trickled down your face, then slowly creeped down your arm until it hit the fresh dirt that your hands had broken lose with your fingers. Unaware of the seed that you had planted years ago was buried shallowed undermine the fresh earth. Your years slowly fed the seed, as you kneeling in grieving in the earth, it began to grow and give birth to life. Slowly your years dried as you became memorized by the creation growing before your eyes... You stand up, grin at the bud starting to expand, and You look up to the sky and speak softly, slowly and softly... "Now I get it?" A voice replies, "I can't fix something that is not broken."
All I need is a crack in your wall,
and your permission to come in,
and I would tear down your walls
I don't want you to climb out,
I want you to see how
I'm willing to work
to get to you

— The End —