I've been sitting here for awhile now
My sorrow, like an invisible thread
attached to you eternally.
I don't want to let you go and why should I?
Your memory keeps my heart beating; though
a bloody mess, it comforts me on dark days
when the sky in my world is the shade of gray.
Pain has a way of surpassing time and
space, like memories...it clings steadfast
with its talons in the heart, tearing at it with
each passing hour.