Warning:

Crossing a writer's path
Means becoming part of their world
It means being apart of their words

Maybe as a muse
Maybe as a shade
Maybe as the home
We return to everyday

We do not forget
So rest assured sure, for better or worse
You are somewhere
In all the words we've written

I stepped away from the world
To fill the holes in my soul

Only to come back to find
Your life in ruin and strife

I tried to help but you
Couldn't comprehend where I'd been

...So we parted ways...

But sometimes I wonder
How you'd have fared, if I'd been there?

If maybe...it was my fault

I lost you, and that's when
I found where I loved you

You were part of my foundation
Now you're gone and so's my coordination
A train with broken tracks
Without you, can I reach any destination?

You were the wall at my back
Now I fall and no one's there to catch
Now I fight enemies on both sides
From my future and my past

You took torn parts of me with you
When you left the places where I loved you