Titles are Overrated

Part 187

Where did you go?

I want to find you again,

and perhaps things

could be different.

Whenever I go to sleep at night,

it's your lips on my forehead

that I want.

A stroke of my hair,

a hand on my shoulder.

You were never meant

to leave forever.

I lay outside on the grass,

and think of you.

I'll let the ivory grow over me,

pull me into the ground.

I'd never see

the sun again.

You are my light -

I wouldn't need

anything else. 

six feet under in this world without you