Soft whisps of sound
Echoed through
Your airy room,
Illuminated by afternoon sun.
My eyes could never brighten from their rays
Dark as the trees bark in the shade,
I could never impress
The onlooker.
Yet yours were unraveled by the light
An emerald glow that always
Pierced through to the very depths of me.
I loved this room.
It was so open, vast,
The wood paneled flooring corrected
The structure of my spine,
A posture redefined.

We never came here
with heavy hearts--
that lasted.

But today was a new day.
After all..
There must always be ends
to beginnings.

Here is our living progress.

I walked in expecting nothing more than a serene day
To spend with you,
We had hours to create new memories.
To stand side by side,
To feel sparks emanating from our hands
Every dot of skin
Exerting energy that can only be described as Love in movement.

But today was different.

I crossed the room upon my arrival
To see you in a broken heap upon the wooden floor
I remember your falling tears,
Shuddering shoulders,
Heaving ribcage...
I did not know you were able to crumble before now.
But this was a time where I could not utter such questions.
I begged for knowledge of the news I only knew
Would tear me down
Yet I fought the fear away
before I heard your breathing slow
And the words you spoke
Dripped thick and slow like toxins down a riverbank.

And all I remember was seeing your hands shake as they held you up.
Your arms, like pillars on the wood paneled floor.

I felt a sense of a crashing tidal wave over my world.
How could I live without a friend Ive known to be so dear?
Was it all a dream?
A fleeting shard of a nightmare fueled by stress and constricting warmth?
There was no hint of life in me that desired the truth to be what it was...
And that was Truth.
A smothering, suffocating reality.

He was gone.

I stared with glazed eyes upwards towards through the ceiling to a deadpan sky with no answer,
Other than the throbbing sensation I knew,
Somehow the only solution to my pain
A voice above the clouds
Whispered itself to me...
Death is the road to awe. Acceptance leads to strength.
I am nearest to you when your soul feels like tearing itself in two.

Look away from me.

Those trembling hands.

I backed away into a whirlwind of deafening silence and despair
My heart broke into a thousand pieces,
And to this day I'll never forget the noise it made.