Daylight is descending
through the curtain to...
There is an intersection
within my imagination...
Its too late,
You cannot hear again...
Trying to grip onto that last hope
with a signal that has been lost within...
Tho' I have aged, her grave appears as new;
Instilled in time with time that stole her youth...
I remember your words
many years ago...
Every time I'm with her,
She says she feels like a princess...
You said what goes around will come around
I did believe this saying was not true...
My Dearest Jinxy,
The moment we met is forever etched in my mind...
I came across a field of unfamiliar flowers
their scent carried a spice...
I succumb to the overwhelming shutdown
and my mind begins to slow as I realize...
you will never know
of pain until you unearth...