As the last grain of sand falls down,
the transparent walls of the hourglass
Flowers begin to wither as if it is the summit of Autumn.
After losing you, time rapidly passed me by.
I still have yet to forget your presence,
I still have yet to forget the eloquently articulated words you spoke to me with.
The love we fabricated seemed as if,
We were admirable artwork combined into one being
Derived from a struggling artist looking for a chance.
Waking up and turning over,
To a cold, empty spot beneath the comforter
Proves that time does not heal all wounds.
I gave up on faith after losing you,
I no longer believed in the trees,
the grass,
the weeds,
the flowers,
and all that surrounds us.
I am left with nothing,
No sense of self or belonging in this,
dull,
miserable world.
A world without you.