Quietly you sit there
A Bench by the Grave
Memberance of the Victim
Sadness tears
Slide down your Face
Memories of the Good times
The past only Exists
The future has Vanished
The thoughts they can not Click
Wondering how this Happened
They were fine just before
A Song Vibrates in your Ear
A Siren is Singing
Dearest companion implores
As if this could not be
Is it Sanity Slipping in?
There is a Voice of the Past
Something not just With-in
A touch you can Feel
A Cool Breath at your Back
A Perfume of Familiar
Can you not just face Facts
A Touch Coming Closer
Reality Pours
A Prick you now Feel
A Sinking, A Flavor Implored
Your Mind starts a Slipping
In Fathomless Pools
Your Life is a Dripping
A Drink that does Sooth
Perhaps you Know the Answers
Of the Diner that Came
A new Companion is Coming
A Neighbor to the Grave
Eternal New Bed Fellow
That Eternity has saved