Any number of years couldn't possibly satisfy this grief, ...
With a smile on your face,
quietly, unwilling Lossing your soul,
endlessly, ...
You bow, as the sorrows of night burys you.
Rendering your presence, in it's significance unworthy,
requesting a slow death,
as I watch your smiles, creeping out of sxistence.
In each tear drop.
Each shrinking moment we spend,
equally sold with dreams of your sorrowless return.
Forcing fate,
an undying destiny,
A truth, hard to forget.
With your words searching for their meaning.
An impeccable kind of beauty,
one which eyes see clearly.

© nosihlekatherine