An honest yearn.

                                   A belonging long lost,

                                   But the sense of longing that came too late

                                   Had made her pay a huge cost,

                                  In front of her eyes, the candle faded

                                  As darkness crept in,

                                  Sensations engulfed her she most dreaded.

                                  Once a face that shimmered with smile,

                                  Haunted by a subtle guilt,

                                  Was engulfed with remorse so vile.

                                   

                                    So, she picked up the tattered pages

                                    And with trembling hands,

                                    Poured in the memoirs of long gone ages

                                    Her eyes, like a bottomless pit

                                    Scanning wildly through them,

                                    In one futile attempt

                                   To feel his presence and unite with him again.

 

                                      Little space she had for him

                                      In her heart,

                                      But little did she know

                                      The void would tear her apart.

                                      Too long it took her to realise,

                                      The measure of his love

                                      And the tenderness in his eyes

                                      Now all that was left behind,

                                      Was the picture of his corpse,

                                      A shadow of a face and a delusion

                                      That ruled over her mind.

                                      

                                  

 

                                       So, she gathered the tattered pages,

                                       And with trembling hands                        

                                       Poured in the memoirs of long gone ages.

                                       Her eyes, like a bottomless pit

                                       Scanning wildly through them,

                                        In one futile attempt

                                       To feel his presence and unite with him again.

 

 

                                         Too young she was

                                         To endure such pain

                                         Too long a life was left,

                                         More than enough to drive her insane.

                                         Her lacerated heart longed for deliverance,

                                         Longed for his healing touch,

                                         Longed to right the wrongs,

                                         Longed to sing its swan song.

 

                                          So, there she was,

                                          Staring through the nothingness in her eyes,

                                          Into the tattered pages,

                                          Filled with her tale of loss

                                          And the memoirs of long gone ages.

                                           Now the swan song played in her ears,

                                           Like a lullaby, it fought away her fears.

                                           She knew she was on her way,

                                           To be united with him again.