It has been more than two weeks,
It has been a year, two years,
Seven years, it doesn’t matter, it will
Always exist, it will always be relevant,
You, your life, how you persist, it doesn’t
Matter how much time has passed and
People may look the other way, you and I
Matter together, the energy between us,
This bond remains, life and death remain.
I will never stop nurturing my love for you.
Why should I? What’s the difference? What
I love is still there. I believe it. I cannot see it,
I feel it. It may be harder for some people, but
I fine-tune my senses to elevate my love towards
You now. I love you infinitely. I find you everywhere.
And yes, I fall, I despair, I give in to tears and sadness.
But you’re safe. And I’m here. In the strangest way
I fear death less and less. Maybe I can stand in the
Darkest corner of my room tonight and not crumble.
Just stand there and be comfortable. Did darkness ever
Threaten me at all? Or did I, myself, paint the devil on the wall?
Croque-Melpomene 