The idea of losing you
was not something I fathomed
To be difficult.  I pursue
The task and become regretful.

For the idea became real,
and I found myself all alone.
Time is something I would make still,
and steal from the Father.

All in the hopes of keeping the,
memories of you in my head.
Reliving those days with karma
awaiting me when time starts up.

And because I'm only human,
my grip on time did not last.
And you disappeared.  So I ran
until I realized you've died.