As the summer morns and eves pass into history,
I can only ponder about you, my life's greatest mystery.
Your thoughts and your mind elude me every time,
and send me further and further into this mental climb.
When I pass into the realm of dreams, I expected tranquility.
Yet, as of late, I have spied only you there and realized the futility,
to dream of other things, of the more important parts of life.
You ever so managed to creep back to my thoughts, leaving them rife,
with the memories I have of you, each like a grip preventing me from moving on.
Like that early morning I had told you, when the world felt on the precipice, with my caution far foregone.
Every moment since then, had been an etch of happiness on my heart by your hand.
Each word and second a blessing, our time together something truly grand.
Like the time you called me, eager and excited, to show me such a personal moment,
hearing your neighbor's whistle sing to my ears, it only caused my adoration for you to further foment.
For you had taken in the simple things in life, and adored them as much as I.
So, realizing how things are now, I can only grieve and say goodbye.
Goodbye to the wondrous music that you played upon the strings of my heart,
that rose and thundered, echoing what was summer's wondrous start.
That symphony that I wanted to hold onto, in spite of reality's defiance,
has come to its end, leaving only this cold, disquieting silence.