January 8th

The words I write don't come easy

all items seem the seem

reflecting all I knew so well

memories fade and no one's to blame

My mind hides in misty excuses

when public tears aren't shown

but how can I show emotions

now my dearest love has gone

Nevermore my music sounds the same

nevermore I can feel her sweetness

the memory of her shines like a little flame in a giant pool of darkness

This issue in my diary

is ingloriously withdrawn to the memory

of someone that was so very dear to me