The secret she wanted to know

Mournfully, An unwanted form of nostalgia, Leaves my souls, soul Homeless. Whilst 'alone-ness,' becomes 'emptiness,' (But a deeper, more hollow type) A sensation so far beyond sad I assume it's name Can only be pronounced correctly with the aid of a cello's bow... Desperation and melancholy Don't spend time here anymore. "It's a little much. A bit too sad Forlorn. " Too bad I fill my chest in between each breath with nothing. Alas: Tears with false futures. Sigh* These shrouds that I drape over hope are completely out of context. This simply needs to commence, Even though it only takes two different thought processes, And lack the intention of concept. And when its space turns towards alone-ness, It comes to be my 'Panic' My fear that's pulled full circle The Dredd that speaks again, speaks forever. The soul is as obsolete as something gets. When the whole world leaves you for dead... And you still can't get the thought of her out of your head... * * * That is what It felt like when she left... Every time she left! •M2•