Dark shadows enfold my heart that I gave you to hold. Every time you walk past, without even an hello, Omni, I get so cold as if my soul will freeze then fold
Your being completed me, so tell me Omni, how is it that your strong and bold when my being has disappeared, from what your eye's use to behold. I'm as a withered plant, without your sun I'm done. The end of my species, never to see the sun.
Oh but when you did grace me not too long ago to bloom, I was the most beautiful in the room! * Thank you for that.
A metaphoric piece written for a kindred soul, a poet here by the name of @Omni. A fond kindness that I have developed for this poet as if we were souls that have once met and I'll never meet him in this lifetime.