You are gone.
Away from my sight,
As you said, it’s done.
No more flickering light.
Embers all consumed.
Alone in its solitude.
Death is presumed.
Lifeless, without fortitude.
Empty and hollow.
You are the past.
No more dreams to follow.
The end is cast.
And I take all,
What is left of me.
After this hard fall,
The light I will see.
judeparcon 