A Delicate Wrinkle
Much has been lost
A cavernous emptiness
Pulls and pushes
Moving ever closer
Existence heavier
Than nothing.
Torn open wide with jagged edges
Stretched across the table,
barren and cold,
Taken too soon
Nothing left
A treasure removed...
Were you ever mine?
Regrets
Despairing
Heart beyond repair
Torn apart
Drawn asunder
Little wrinkles around your eyes
Foreign and fragile
A familiar feeling
taken too soon...
I love you
I miss you
I'm sorry
It all feels so wrong,
to be without you.
The one that I know
And don't know
Little child,
Little child,
Little Child...
I couldn't protect you...
Can you ever forgive me?
What will become of this tragedy?
