Eternelle evanescence

Through acrid days and arbid nights, thoughts of you fail to dissolve, fail to fade. What is it that you have been, are or done that maketh you one but indispensable? I writhe, I wallow, I cringe. Had you been a little less, my task, my burden would be much lighter. Or may be that you aren’t is the reason why it all did start.

Is it too much that I ask for? Too hard to give?

Wandering through an arbour too good to be, one today I cannot reach for the way is winded, the way is long and I am by far wholly and unconditionally lost and all I can is try be but strong.

The song of your being brings a tear to my eye and as each note transcends, and it traces its way down a mite, I struggle to evade thoughts that refuse to wane.

What we were and what we are today, like spring to autumn, so stark a change, that with angst I hope, all but in vain, for it to be a dream not meant to be.

It fails me to comprehend where all of this may lead, but this one thing I can assure – for you, there, I will always be.