I woke to the melancholy morning and smiled an eerie inch of a thing.

Thought softly of the heavens filled with the faces I once recalled beside me. Too many light my mind to name them one by one.

I should be pleased in this mourning, you sent my way. Each day gone was killed slowly by the light of the new dawn’s sun. Burning so bright to bleed nothing, not even light.

Still, I am here. I should have solace. 

But I scream into the ashes of what never really was. The space where they once stood now just a shining emblem of emptiness. These voids, their voids, cannot be filled with the same air or presence.

So desperately seek the hands of holiness. Searching endlessly for a reason, that remembrance is all they have left for me. Answer me, give me knowing. Speak soft peace into my aching grief. 

I pursue faith in fatalities. A thing you should never truly trust. For I can do nothing but beg and bemoan what is and can only be. I can only accept without just cause. I can only decide it was beyond my worth. 

To know nothing is impervious. To know trust is a tidbit of a lie. We laugh and ponder on, my dear. We laugh to stem the tepid tears. 

I woke to the emptiness of forever. Found that it was embedded in a room of sadists. Cruel in the kindness they showed only to one another. Grins and gruesome grimness. Grief, oh, endless grief. 

You left me within these walls of withering waits, far beyond mortality. Far beyond me. You left me here, to feel what you never felt. You left me, to rise with the sun soaked dawn and despise every second of it.