Silken threads of time
Whisper your name in the morning
Creating pages of memories
Wedged inside a forgotten story.

Frozen tears burden my face
Setting it on fire,
A saddened blaze
Whose flames never cease burning.

The ice circling inside
Is dripping with the sarcasm
A fact that explodes in my mind:
Watery pain does not heal.

An urn calls of your death
But in the light of the living
Where lovers cry-
Darkness is not here.

Clutching the last wisps you left behind
Too afraid and in pain
To move forward or back:
I float in the self-constructed cage, alone.

Waiting.
Curious eyes bore into mine
They ask, but I don't answer.
Waiting for what?

Journeys screech to a stop
Hammering my brakes, demanding
That I need to move, to go on
But I encourage the damaging rust.

The checkered monsters invade my head
Informing me that you are gone
But I still float. Still believe. Still remember.
Frostbitten with the throbbing, I still wait.

See what you have done to me.