Her FootSteps

I stare absently at the footsteps she left behind
those that were accompanied by my best friend's
leaving me behind to have the tears well within my eyes
ones of remorse and anguish, waiting for the heartache to end.
Love was never so hard, never so lifeless,
as it was the day she left
for her depart ran away with my soul, how was she so heartless
I wondered as she left me with wounds weeping sadness.
These breaths I take are shadowed by flames
foreign to the art of the mask
and I know my love for her will change
but the memories will forever hauntingly hover above my past.
Despite my hatred which simmers within the mausoleum that has become my capability to love,
I miss the way she caressed all my fears to their origin
and of her beauty I shall never get enough
though her diamond gleams blindingly and horrifyingly.
Within each of her footsteps, I know she is joyful
and though I am shrouded in my despair
I wish her a life full of happiness and clarity
and of this I wish nothing more.