We are the lucky ones…..
Effortlessly, I see both your beauty and your beautiful flaws equally. I marvel at your wit, your wisdom, your intelligence, your smile and your empathy. I see your depths, your transcending sorrow, pain, sadness and triumphs in full and equal measure. There is nothing left concealed between our kindred souls. Nothing left to be revealed, full measure or nothing...
Who could ever love you as much as I do?
Left abandoned at my own well, the waters long extinguished by my own folly, my own ravishing zeal for delight without pause for the truth, pause for impact, nor recompense. Arid, nonexistent days are all that remain herein...
My sight half full, my world disenchanted, all of the colors muted in permanence due my own consequence. My best friend gone from this lifetime, even as I ponder this fate a mere distance astray.... It is my penance. I accept it.
Who carries the burden of his sins everyday?
The man that has lived half baked with a closed heart and burdened spirit since I left these moments out of necessity, abandoned for due cause, but abandoned nevertheless.
Not a minute passes that I don't grimace in torture over the loss of you, the loss of hope, the loss of joy, the loss of laughter, the loss of family, the loss of love...
Alas, it is my penance, my sentence for not being the man that I should have been, for my impact, my selfishness. For the boy once neglected and abused by darkness, now resides in its ambiance for his mortal eternity.
My sorrow knows no cup that could contain it...