i'll mourn the loss of the star in the sky

the pounding in my head,
is only a symptom
of the pounding in my chest,
the heaving of my breaths,
tell me,
all the same thing.

the whisper of the wind
softly caressing my soul tells me
that maybe it's all i have left.
The lights in the tower are dimming,
and the foundation is crumbling in every waking moment.

Sleep, always a constant, reliable.
It takes me to an old familiar place,
a place that i once knew on this earth.
is it really surprising that i wake up gasping,
longing, as the tears that i hate come again,
and i realize that all good things are coming to an end.

what shall we fill the empty spaces where we used to talk with?
what shall i do with the memories of better days?
what can i do to stop caring?
how do i accept the fact that you're never coming back?


i've never been so close with someone,
yet at the same time so far away.

i've never wanted to be so near someone,
yet at the same time avoid.


i miss you.
you know this.
i miss the old you.



but you're never coming back.