Monday, June 06, 2011

To Lose a Friend

To lose a friend
But not to death,
Rather, something colder
And more sinister is worse.

I speak, of course
Of time.  The ticking hands,
The blowing sands,
The fading of the sun to moon.

There’s nothing in that dark
For you to feel your way,
Not memories.  Not photographs.
Just blackness and your whimpering.

Yet, emptiness still brings the seasons
Where you endure Saharan sun,
The Arctic breeze – sometimes
With no Spring or Autumn in between.

There is no hell,
There’s only Earth;
You’ve lost your friend,
You’ve lost your world.


You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!