𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜.

𝙱𝚢 𝙴𝚟𝚊𝚗

𝙾𝚞𝚌𝚑!

𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍! 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜…

𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛,

𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜,

𝙿𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎,

𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎.

𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛!

𝙻𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢,

𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢

𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝-

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝

𝚆𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝙰𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜!

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎,

𝙽𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚁𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚒.

𝚂𝚘𝚊𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗,

𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎,

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘?

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍?

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈,

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈?

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝐫𝐞𝐝,

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬?

𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝚖𝚎,

𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝙰 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖...

𝙻𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢,

𝚃𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗,

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞?

𝚆𝚑𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝?

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞,

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡,

𝐔𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲-

𝙾𝚞𝚌𝚑!

𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍! 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜……

𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝚖𝚎!

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠-

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠?

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍...

𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢,

Ａｗａｋｉｎｇ．

𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗,

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢, 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀.

𝙸 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎,

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗...

𝚈𝚎𝚝...

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖙,

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊.

𝚈𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢,

𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍,

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗,

𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙!

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍

𝙱𝚢  𝕞 𝕒 𝕥 𝕦 𝕣 𝕚 𝕥 𝕪.

𝙰 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝕡 𝕦 𝕣 𝕖, 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘀,

𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎.

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚢𝚎,

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.

(This poem is dedicated to the death of a cherished relationship)