Life was taken away not too long ago
near was the one I had once called dear
no longer was my Love, though my love remained
her face (a shining star) now set aglow
her body soon to melt away as like the snow
little I remember of how that day went
for all I knew is she lost her hue
warmth that remained was eaten up by the hungry earth
the hole lines its self with my velvet discontent
its sinister works being fully spent
what she left behind is a question I face
annoyed I am to this never ending void
that has carved out its home in me
filling its nothingness into all my space
never at rest always apace
clouds of black form over me
clouds of black “attack!” is what they say
continuing on throughout all that was good
clouds of black, my true friends they be
for they blot out the sun from hitting me
maybe in my mind I’ll see her again
if not, to just play those memories (they turn out gray)
faults of the past fight out the good
they leave none alive in their campaign
leaving the battlefield in unending strain
who pushes me to sit on such a mood?
death’s very breath teases me these days
could it be him? or is it his own guilt?
which puts him in a place of being so lewd
his job needed be, makes him not lightly viewed
‘what ifs’ plague my thoughts and despair
they begin to tell me of that which should’ve been
they mix my yesterdays with now and future
it seems they get energy from the very air
I have to breathe no matter where
these thoughts are my last gift to her my Friend
the pieces of my heart are too small for a restart
my knowledge will only come with my obsession
this all I have left to append
I will not ever again befriend