May 05, 2009

Crossing Over

The pulse that throbs
to the beat of my heart.
The voice that I hear,
so dear and so near,
when things fall apart.

A final parting?
A goodbye forever?
Can this be it?
A lasting separation?

The pain that sears
seeing love disappear.
As the insides retch,
the mind's in shambles
'n emptiness rambles.

Both the enstranged
and departed are torn,
as am I, in fear,
of an end so forlorn.