My dark friend
Where do we journey from there?
The asphalt of our long affair has come to an end.
It is a grieving ground, fall tears, fall.
We have lost too much.
It is the fall of migrating birds, and dark butterflies, the seasons are changing.
We are enduring a harsh winter, bare leafless trees with sad faces.
The fortune teller must have seen the end, telling, son, you are doomed to leave your soul.
I stand alone once more.
On the ledge, the valley is rhyming my name with a hypnotizing echo.
The scariest part is that no one cares.
I don't have you within me,you're just a fading memory waiting to vanish.