• A sound unending bogs my ear,
    The steady click of time drawn near,
    Outside, the leaves rustle in uncertain winds,
    As I am certain I will never see her again.

    Winter came, and stole her breath,
    And when at last it closed,
    Hollow was the house where we,
    Had taken up repose.

    Branches scratch upon the window,
    While skies echo in a daze,
    And it seems my eyes will never close,
    I'll never sleep again.

    She's there, inside my dreams,
    And in waking hours haunts me still,
    She beckons me go to her,
    And I leap at her embrace.

    But she but temptation,
    Given non-corporeal flesh,
    A specter and a demon,
    To plague my weary mind again.

    Grief wracks my chest,
    It seems I scarce can breathe,
    And deep inside my heart, it seems,
    Has been torn up at the seams.

    She laughs, a gay echo in solemn night,
    And shadows dance in pale delight,
    But there is no sound in truth,
    No youth to claim again.

    A solitary tombstone,
    Etched with a fallen name,
    Although I laid beside her,
    There was no one else who came.

    None who loved her as I did,
    Nor held her late at night,
    None who grieved her passing with mourning,
    That could steal away the light.

    I dare not sleep or dream again,
    Nor blink, to renew the gaze of her,
    Unmoved, I must remain,
    For a statue, lest it break, must not feel again.