Regardless of how often I pour my grief onto the pages I touch,
I always end up with pages filled with the echoes of your name.
Regardless of the depths in which I have drowned in the hysterical storm of my sorrow for you,
My tears have carved pathways of trauma and anguish,
Through which I walk every day,
Yet they could never touch the lifeless stone in your chest,
Which you call your \'heart\'.
Your undesired absence has left me chained to the shackles of despair,
With nights that never sleep.
I am forced to endure endless nights,
Poisoned by my memories of you,
Stretching far beyond the horizon like the endless sand of an Arabian desert.
Each night grows ever more unbearable,
Every passing moment laced with the bitterness of my solitude.
- J.J