You’ve gone to places I can’t imagine/
Places I’m not meant to follow, with no/
Intention of coming back. I knew that/
Night was the last and I’m sorry I was/
Broken into thousands of pieces/
When you left. And, I’m sorry I couldn’t/
Be what you wanted anymore. All I/
Know is that you’ve died while still living and/
The person I knew no longer exists./
Ambiguous death has taken place now./
However, it is also true that you/
Can always miss somebody more than you/
Might ever love them. If that’s true, I just/
Might die too, buried deep somewhere with “you”./