Gone.

When someone dies

does it have to hurt?

And when someone leaves

is it worse?

For so long I’ve loved you,

and for so long it’s hurt.

But for days and time

you’ve been a friend of mine.

To the end of my wits,

the depth of your sea,

we were paralleled in surrealism.

And I, no longer in this void.

Now, I want for nothing

this that is not mine.

For I am a puppet, 

of my hopes divine.

So hear me, hear me

for it breaks a piece, 

it causes a rift,

and it cuts our tie.

I must be free,

to finally breathe.

So, this is the last

you’ll understand of me.

Farewell my friend,

I love you more

 then you’ll understand.