Winter Came Early (Collaboration with Jack Jenkins)

Existence fades to the outskirts of you, gracing your presence with my shadow...
I'd gladly have followed you to edges and curves as I did in dream of you...

A clean slate, eroded and solitary. A blank page unfurled, displayed at night.

I remained the unnoticed parts of you, hidden beneath your foot fall...

The dust collects yet still scatters in the halls I walk.
Darkness and light intertwine and struggle.
 A fracture in sanity.

Memories in the wind, scattered are the fragments of my soul.

Slashed hopes bind my bruises though the fog of depression swallows me whole.

Aches once felt as I bled them dry upon death's insatiable mouth lay still...

Winter it came early... tears preserved in the pales of my skin never more then a brush of fleeting rain to you.

Tears that pierce through my skin,

 ghostly skin,

 why do I still cry?

The cold can't take my body but the cold killed my heart.

A thought...

One question...

 in my dying,

do you miss me yet?

If you bled I would bleed the same...

But my veins lay dried in bleeding...

In my missing you..

Us...

Me...

But did your tears fall with mine or only after mine stained my ghostly cheeks?

Our broken tears mixed with ash on our gravestone,

Resting place.

I saw you growing like a rose,

loved how your thorns tangled in my flesh.

The hurt made me love more; the pain made me reach farther.

You only ever touched my fingertips

But you lingered in my hollows in your goodbye.

I wilted slowly watching you descend away from where I begged you not to leave.

You held my life in your hands the moment you grazed my thoughts...

Winter came early....
I remembered you in my passing....

I died slowly...

relentlessly...

Entirely....

 for you....

but tell me...

Do you miss me?

Winter came early....

We were only ever...

Frozen in empty...