Evanescent

Suddenly,
The world I thought I knew
So sincerely,
Is departed and soon to be buried.

Sealed away with infinite contrition; Vanished and evanescent,
For bittersweet eternity.

If, in some reminiscent daydream,
You recollect my once fond memory,
Sickened in the sun by remorse,
Of events that never came to be,
Then you will find nostalgia within the depths of your understanding,
Of our small being.

Smaller than ever thought,
Yet so significant to me,
Was our cohesion.
Our harmony.
Our adoration.
Our aspirations.
Our love.
Mutual, or so was assumed.

Somewhere along the line,
Something went awry.

Now, I am asphyxiated.
If there was a spirit left,
Its throat would be grappled,
And the life would be strangulated outward,
Until there was nothing to breathe.

The music has ceased.
It has been replaced with ghost notes of dissonance.
The strings to the harp broke,
And the keys to that once wonderful piano,
Have dulled;
Cracked, and gone flat.
All that remains is a solemn, sour melody;
A presently gory tribute to what was, and never will be.

So if, in some reminiscent daydream,
I recollect your once fond memory,
Sickened in the sun by remorse,
Of events that never came to be,
Then I will find nostalgia within the depths of my understanding,
Of the time I knew what happiness was.

The spark is no more,
The flame has flickered out.

Finality,

We’ve lost it.