In a cold bed,
I sleep

Silently,
I think of all those memories
That you’d left
For me to keep

Slowly,
Slowly,
Their roots still creep

Tendrils that endlessly seep
Into wounds
That are already so deep

Silently,
Your absence
Leaves me to weep

So many promises
That you’d once
Promised to keep

So many saplings
That you’d left behind

Promising a return
When their roots
Finally grow deep

Giving me
Nothing but
False hope to seek

Why must you be
So cheap?

Leaving behind
Nothing but
Pain and tragedy to reap?

Why couldn’t you
Leave a sliver
Of hope?

Why couldn’t you
Leave a glimmer
Of happiness?

With your
Suddenly glaring absence,

How do you propose
That I adjust
To your missing presence?

All of those empty glasses
Accumulating since,
The others returned
With your bloody necklace

Accumulating since
I’d learned that
You’d left
Nothing but false promises

Empty wishes,
An all too painful reminiscence

Before the cold stone
Representative of
Your once existence

Over the empty casket,
Under a grey sky,
In your remembrance