Reaching out, I grasp your ghost,
I am alone, yet not alone.
Your presence gone, but still I feel;
engulfed in pain, my heart beats still.
My wounded past, I cannot heal.
My bitter heart will surely rot
when you invade, my every thought.
Thoughts of you forever last,
lost in grief of wakeful day;
inside my mind, a tragic play.
Deeper sorrow, empty nest;
we did not laugh, nor even jest.
You leave behind a name so cold,
yet a name that burns with passion.
A time like this, must I be bold,
but death pierces me with fashion.
I need to cry, but cannot vent.
To lead on is your intent.
I wait in time, your phoenix ash.
I feel this a dream, but it be not.
Still with shock then frightful thrash.
Confusion reigns.
What is real, and what is not?
Is this life, or just a dream?
A jolt of rage, I need to scream.
The question burns, forever WHY?
You tell me not, and now you die.