My heart aches now that you're gone. Where did you go? Where did you hide? What have I done for you to disappear. I search this endless dying forest. No sounds come forth, Nor a trail you left. My memories are like the bread crumbs which would lead me back to you. But, it isn't you. The dreams, the dreams of you, with your blank stare, the smile of joy, leaving this world. You don't speak. Not a sound passes your lips. Why do you tease me so?
Just one word...I don't care what it is. Please tell me you are still here, that you haven't abandoned me like a bag of cats in a river. I claw my way through my mind. I scream to know the answers. Set me free from this cinch sack of despair. Don't let me drown in the river of my tears. Answer me! Give me a sign! Why are you withering away in my memory like a dying summer rose?
The seasons change. With each browning leaf, fluttering to the ground, your smell, your voice, your any proof of existence dies with it. Those memories I grasp