Misfiring synapses,
Our world
collapses.
Your image fades to
black.
I desperately fight
back.
The anger wells up
every now and then,
The feelings tear
out of my eyes and then,
A deep silence, an
intake of breath,
The abyss of my
loss: your death.
You’d made me see
the possibilities of life beyond my dreams.
You used to tease
me to death but death teased us apart it seems.
Your cheeky eyes
haunt my every stranger’s face,
The joke´s on me,
you disappeared without a trace.
The laughter sticks
bitterly in my throat.
Maybe I’ll see you
again, probably I won’t.
The realization
goes like a bullet through my head:
I’m still breathing
and you are still dead.
Your green Kermit
shoes will never again walk these streets,
So I grasp at every
memory of us for the keeps.
I just hope it was
not all a dream, a delusion of mine.
Too young to
realize the ride we were on at the time.
I’d let you go, let
you fall out of my embrace,
The guilt has left
me out of my own grace.
You stumbled, chocked
and I wasn't there.
I want you to know
that I did and do still care.
Lovers have passed
since you´ve been gone.
But none like you
has yet come along.
Ten of who will
ever replace one of you?
Let me let you all
in on a secret, that expression is just not true.
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