I Remember our Last Greeting

2011-08-29 05:43 AM

Your breath feels colder than yesterday,
and so much farther away from me.

Your silence bleeds through every corner,
and makes any nationalist feel like a foreigner.

Your whispers cloud my vision,
and hungers for a new definition.

Your screams turn my head into clockwork,
and forces dance upon those whom in the darkness lurk.

But the agony was seldom yours,
And I know you tried to be rid of it by force.

I remember our first meeting,
It was the disease of Life itself you were treating,

I remember our last greeting,
you made sure I realized that life is fleeting.

I miss you.