You are gone,
leaving behind an outworn episode,
a ghost I carry with me.
Even now, I wake to hear
the chimes of your footsteps
their echoes folding time upon itself.

That day, the air was calamitous,
sleeping clouds stirred into tornadoes,
the south swept in chaotic winds.
On the altar of remembrance,
my bones shiver and freeze
I never imagined life’s season could be so fierce.

I am lost,
wandering like a thirsty bird,
yearning for the shadow of your presence.

Each second denied is etched deep
in the ledger of your absence.
Each step you took
pierced my heart anew.
You left without a backward glance
a silent thief of moments.

Merchants ploughed your chest
with cruel plowshares,
robbed you of dreams,
pierced you with daggers of indifference.

A long, mystical path swallowed you whole,
its shadows pulling you from my sight.

You left no fortune,
only a bleeding heart
bruised by the trident of time.
Days, precious and tender,
slipped from the earth like water through fingers.
Hours fell from eternity’s vine,
petals dropping to dust.

Everything vanished as swiftly
as darkness chases the sun.
Still, dreams linger here
untouched, unwrapped, unfinished.

The new moon devoured the sun’s light
from your forehead.
You bathed in thermal waters,
but your form remained an acrolith
unmoving, untouchable.

Violet lips frozen in silence,
your thorax a battlefield
of forgotten warmth.
Time did not forgive you
a futile flower nourished in your womb,
blooming only to wither.

And still, every path has its end.
I am your resting place,
your landing territory.

But unrest grips me still,
waiting for an extinct fortune
to rise again.