I've been sitting here for awhile now

My sorrow, like an invisible thread

attached to you eternally.

I don't want to let you go and why should I?

Your memory keeps my heart beating; though

a bloody mess, it comforts me on dark days

when the sky in my world is the shade of gray.

 Pain has a way of surpassing time and

space, like memories...it clings steadfast

with its talons in the heart, tearing at it with

each passing hour.