Upon observing the horizon
Shades and colors all gray-scale,
I noticed its affinity for her skin
When it's stained red.
And the mountains looking down on me
From the apex of the clouds-
Their beauty caused a callous haze
That almost made me forget.
The way she stood on stage in spotlight,
Awaiting the gradual fade to black
But never ceased her preaching
Even when the curtains fell.
The way the artificial lighting
Caught her eyes avoiding mine;
She wasn't happy, but still,
She smiled when compelled.

Compassion sits at the core of me
And doesn't wholly disperse.
My brain can't fully function
In the shadow of desire.
I could evaluate her absence
But not feel the slightest hurt-
I haven't grasped it yet;
I think she'll appear when required.
They eased us out of it, you see,
Those silhouettes hung over me,
The doubts encompassing my mind
Compensated with her death.
With age heightens indifference;
Every moment contrives distance
From the little girl who broke
At the thought of his regret.