Down in the memory lane
with the melancholy nights,
twas this wrenching pain
with solace nowhere in sight.
could this be the very day
after all the hustle,
or maybe my yin might say
giving a sudden thud to the throttle.
it was the only creature
that i had an anniversary,
but maybe for the better
i had become her soul's adversary.
maybe time will tell the onslaught
or maybe i might fade away,
with this fake ecstatic lot
and my emotions you might swiftly sway.
© honeybear