5 months

only now do I realize,
in my warm embrace I held mountains,
strong in foundation,
yet ebbing away towards the summit,
where wind's cold edge weathered you to dust,
particles creeping through my skin,
infecting my mind with inconceivable visions,
of when we grew together,
entwined by nature's warm hands,

I remember when you first told me of your suicide attempt,
commencing storms which would never quite fade,
your presence slipping through my fingers,
seeping into crevices leading to the dystopia we dreaded,
a utopia radiated in the sun's smile,
glaring cracks upon my crumbling walls,
and now it is I who lives in the past,
the present a reminder of a future without you,
yet without me,
you have never shone brighter.