My heart aches as I awaken to find
that you are not there beside me
as you have always been.

Where are you my dear beloved friend?

Silver streams spring from my eyes
as the shards of my broken heart
cling to the strings of my soul,
Bleeding...drip, by drip, by drip.

Not letting go.

This ever eternal waking sorrow I feel
with each and every labored breath I take
seems to be the whole existence
of me.

Must I be left in this cold and darkened place
only to wake another day without you?

this is my Tendersorrow