Gone
By Cecilia C. G. Cromwell

That game we once played,
Was indeed fun at first.
Like a dangerous dance,
That only we did.

But the danger became too much,
For either of us to handle.
The game stopped,
At the hands of me.

Who knew?
One simple push?
One life?
Gone.

Out of my life forever,
You stayed for as long as you could.
But still,
I felt lonely.

The dangerous dance we did.
The dangerous things we have done.
The nostalgia of it all,
Brings tears to my eyes.

The sorrow felt,
Teeters upon death, itself.
The pain we shared,
The happiness we had.

Gone.
With one push.
One shove.
One life.

True, we both agreed,
That we had had enough.
But you had so much hope,
So much life left in us.

You believed so strongly,
About what could be.
I was afraid, to be true to you.
That my lyrics would be feared.

So I did it,
The best way I could.
One push.
One life.

All of it,
Every tear shed.
Every laugh sounded.
Every smile made.

Gone.