It’s a picture-perfect end, shattered and lonely by a quiet stream,
it’s a horrible magic moment, when nightmares are made up of reality.

Shadows burdened, pressing and pulling down your anchored soul,
blame is such a stupid thing, wishing wells full of magic that’s run cold.

I should have been more. Not content, available, a phone or click away,
wasted well-wishes on deaf ears of gods that laugh as we pray.

A teaching moment, gathered applause that lingers like the scent of death,
troubled times and envious eyes, no more pain as you release your final breath.

I’m inept at helping to harbor the hold, let go, release, I’m sold,
memories fading as the paper months of the calendar wither, getting old.

Whisper where you are, be still while letting me trace your impact,
live a life that depicts meaning, it’s addition by the way of subtract.

You poured your passion into living things, almost completely unseen,
a life worth living, you left on your own terms, escaping as a Queen.

Lost souls wander, murky, unsure, questions that lead to dead ends,
a love, a life, an absolutely beautiful disaster to so many friends.

If you can hear me now, know that your name will never leave my lips,
the last thought is you, even as I’m going under with the sinking ships.

You are a pleasant pleasure, a miracle by every measure,
you’re a created  castle in my mind, at the center of my heaven,
just you, my treasure.