tomorrow shall end this day of unrest
of memories lost
recovered from that time when innocence
was crystal clear
now shattered by ruins of broken hearts
wounded souls, weary feet
splotchy body, cracked lips.
i can no longer stay this madness
that has sprung forth when you chose
to rise elsewhere that has none of my presence
elsewhere that my feet have not reached.
in the darkness that has unfolded
where our hearts were halved
shadows of memories clouded paths —
paths leading to salvation from weariness and solitude
— and have disappeared
into the nightmares of what would have been us.