when the thought of life is not enough
the unshared memories of her touch...
her embrace, not your own
is that this pain?

nolonger can you hold your tact
your compus, untrue its north
spining, shuttering, leading you astray
out from port into the unknown, blind

drawn away from your past
pulled into this future, with her
yet without her

is that the omega
is that your end
you feel all for her
yet without her
still yourself, you are

is it that you want this to be true;
true with her, or true to want it?
are you so uncertain that you will turn
turn away from the mountain
which i know to be your true path
and insted cower in the shaddows
seaking, wimpering, remembering
scared of repeating problems past
holding on to the memories

your memories are all but gone,
dead they should be, let them die
she is gone, she is not your constant
only without her, you are free

By Jason Carney