Sleepless…lifeless…
I can tell by the way he looks lost and puzzled suddenly,
all expressions dying from his dear face,
as though swept clean by an unseen hand…
And in its place a mask will form,
A sculptured thing,
Formal and cold,
Beautiful still…but lifeless…
What have I done now?
How did I become this…
From when did I start and when can i stop?
We can never go back…
You will not have it so…
We cannot move on…
The past is still too close to us, it threatens to follow…
Where is that smile that crept in with your thoughts?
Why have these worry lines left their marks instead?
Why can I not find your hand when i grope in the dark? alas!
Where is that resting place that you so generously bestowed?
Perhaps it had all been but a pleasant dream from which now i wake
For even while it lasted i thought it too far out of my reach
And here I think i can live on strong…yet i find it ache
But i know this is where we part ways…my call can no longer beseech
This is where my words fail me…this is where my quill breaks…
This is where my charcoal leaves no mark…
I curl up in my shell…yet again reassuring self…
It cannot hurt either of us…for we never belonged
But my heart cries out at these harsh lies…never gives up hope
I clog my heart this time…for i can no longer give in to it…
I know myself…an unknown being…quiet alien to her ownself…
Yearns to love…but cant be loved..it but overpowers her…
And so she shall step into the darkness from whence she did but come
Never will she come out again…no matter how long they call her
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