Only the memory of the joy she gave, but never of her face. His memories fade or shrivel up, her voice gone or out of touch, no mask can hide his pain. I will miss you longer than I knew you, god that’s insane, he whispered against her grave. How could he live another day?

Only the memory of her name, but never of her laughter. His joy sat resting in a far off places, a world he thought but could...

Are you truly a dark cloud, or have I placed a picture against that face?

Perhaps I painted against the canvas what I had to see.

Perhaps I'm the gloom that haunts my nights and the fog that haunts my days.

Perhaps you are another victim, another harmless prey.

Can you sense my uncertainty?

Can you feel my doubts?

Can you hear my narcissism crying out?

Perhaps I'm my own worst enemies, my own dark...

I was lost but never unseen. They all knew of my heartache, they all decided to watch mercilessly as I sank. Then you came along. On a brisk walk, in a chilly Autumn day. Shall I ever forget you?

Of course not. You brought color to the gray and sound to the deaf. You made the sun higher and the leaves greener. Did I ever deserve you. Perhaps not. But I’m don’t think I deserve the yearning for your...