I can't. I tried.
Perchance it is the ghost
Haunting me
Reminding me of your existence
The shadow of your memory engulfs me
Just surrender the pain
It will be liberating folklore teaches
Depart from the melancholy
Only then does metamorphosis begin the Pastor preaches
Doesn't he know I tried?
Lay it all at the feet is what I did
But the warfare still continued
The harrowing account of what almost was
And what never will be
How do you mourn someone still alive?
You can't.
I tried
