Maybe six feet isn't too far
But the soil which dissolved your flesh, has scattered;
Carried by the winds and streams to some place unreachable
And in the rift between the heavens and the embers
Was left behind the one trying to desperately hold on
To everything that would never come back together.


Standing still where time has stopped for the two,
The pitiful one tries to clutch on to your final remains
Entwined with memories of quiet bygone days,
Kind words, unfamiliar warmth and fleeting mirth;
The world has moved on, not stopping to look back
On the unimaginable suffering it had caused you both.


Screaming at destiny, cursing out humanity
The forlorn soul remains powerless
To do anything for you either in life or death;
While the curtain falls on the waning moon
That would not see the dawn ever again,
Veiling its gentle light; it's sole abode
Drowns in eternal darkness.


Gone is the one who, from within all that malice,
Brought forth the you...