He no longer holds my hands
At times quietly offering comfort
He no longer listens to my command
Trailing behind me, resolving my torts
He no longer walks me home during late nights
No longer bridge himself on the corner of my lips
I can no longer speak of my darkest sights
Blame my raucous behaviours on the eclipse
My once precious friend has turned into my foe
Ignoring my pleas and never-ending tears
Laughing giddily and pushing my woe
Leaving me with my shadows and fears
He no longer sings me fast to sleep
No longer sweep the mess of my broken heart
No longer taps my shoulder while I endlessly weep
He longer resides in me; we are apart.


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