Forlorn
As I move away and watch your retreat from my sight, my hearing, and my life
I notice the many things we once had, the joyous, the good, stressful, and the sad
Notice them like portraits upon the wall; some the wall of shame, some vainglorious
Yet all of them had a smiling face, and a happy person. The viewer is unable to relate

Despondent, yet needing to advance, to make progress, every step seems full of strife
I push on alone, most days head bowed and back bent as if this soul has never been glad
Each day bringing me further from my heart’s desire, leaving one lost and ignominious
Dejected I watch my life fade away into my past, aware this outcome I cannot negate

Each day I face anew seems no different from the last, stretching before me eternal
Lost in the desert wastelands of loneliness and despair; not even a mirage for company
Trudging ever onwards, this lowly soul knows not how to stop, or perhaps fears to try
Know this might be the last gasp, and if stopped might never arouse to journeys end

So with heavy heart and brow beaten soul I face each day as one does a funeral
Pallor leaches the colors and dirge arises marking time with my new symphony
Stuck between frames, ghosted, your attention by lost love and unable to view or vie
Thus is the loss complete, heartsore and sack cloth covered from which to rend