More than a dark comedy it's pure tragedy Enigma enshrouded in a mist of painful puzzle Mural paintings now inconspicuous in the murk Off-white faces staring into space, a thousand miles away Rewinding to relive each moment like a tape in a cassette player Inaudible shrieks of laughter and indistinct voices Existent only in the crevasses of our hearts, now flooded Silent as light a drop flows outward and down the cheek
Wrote this for a close friend. She passed away yesterday. Unripe yet fell from the tree. Trees not in blossom now withered. Elixirs don't exist now an elegy has to. I'll just keep holding on to the memories