In death we find solace through words and condolences. I saw a light slowly fading into dark. You always kept your inconsistencies spaced this far apart. Longing for the warmth of your breath but it was cold and it was lifeless. How we’ve outgrown those youthful fears, yet were haunted by emptiness.
You must have mistaken comfort for love, but I, I was left in your cloud of dust with your knife and the blood that I so willingly lost. But most of me was already gone.
And the shadows cast by our torches were eager but thin as they converged and then danced apart again.
What we wished we had known back then: Mistakes that would revert to old ways then come to haunt us in the end
And it took us by surprise, when the earth opened and swallowed us whole; we didn’t know that the lies would take us quicker than the plummet ever would.