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ODE TO YOUR DEPARTURE - by jrqc




Oh mi amor, death whispered once more, sighed once more,

and a curtain of mist clouds my mind,

My heart has frozen, and my eyes have flooded hopelessly,

And I am drowning, drowning in the tears of your departure.


The roses you left me are dwindling into decay and ashes,

All I know is that I am no more,

All I know is this consuming sorrow that eats my flesh, my soul,

Leaving me crawling and hoping for some light.


I am cast adrift into the darkness,

Haunted by the ghost of your touch,

Longing for a warmth that's forever lost,

Forever swallowed by the abyss of sorrow.


What am I to do,

But to let you go?

I am sliding away into the cold,

As I send you my ashy kiss,

As I drink my own tears.


The shadow within grows, and that sunset I beheld fades away,

Leaving me obscured, secluded, for you are no more,

What else is there in this bottomless dead existence,

Fading away, fading far away,

And my heart in vain cries.


Solace walked away from me,

All your joy consumed,

Leaving me with a bunch of memories,

sorrow  torments me, solitude once again embraces me.


The laughter we shared, the dreams we dared,

All gone, leaving me lost and despaired,

A wounded soul wandering in the wilderness,

Aching for the touch of your presence once more.


Oh mi amor, death's cold grip tightened its hold,

And I'm left in this desolate world to grieve,

With no solace, no respite, no relief,

Only the relentless agony of your absence.


My hope and dream is lost as I walk the moors,

my grief seems never ending,

so I take its hands and let myself go,

earthless, boundless, bodyless.

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