Lost, listless
I am hidden
by the fog.
I can hear your
voice in the
distance.
I can not follow,
I can not be
The reason you exist.
I am shrouded
in my cloak
of black wool.
Heavy with
the tears you
have left upon my face.
And so I turn
from your
saving notes.
Blind in the
air which surrounds
my placid steps.
Fumbling, amidst
trees and bleeding
wrenched heart.
Soon you are
no longer, You
are lost to the mist.
Once my king,
you are but a
silent memory.
Shoved inside
a broken box
which I will never open.
your touch , but
the breath of
endless winter.
Your eyes,
the twinkle of
a harnessed gem.
Your scent, but
the early bloom
of a spring rose.
When dawn burns
the waning fog
you will be gone.
With you I
send your memories
your dreams and your lies.