I’m so afraid of a
friend gone I knew
who now long gone
leaves me bruised.

My veins I’m left,
that supply a heart,
they explode a pain
empty of all an art.

I do not fear you,
I just now release
an ache consuming
me like a disease.

I can’t breathe out
of lungs they restrict
my breathing heart
this disease afflicts.

Fear of being alone
doesn’t hurt at all.
An absent ally I cry
hears not my call.

The loss that I
can not contain
leaves a confusion
I can not explain.

The food is stale
as it reaches my lip.
I feel a void it kills
another friendship.

Lost I have a sense
that before acute
could help me read
lips that were mute.

My haunted auroa
is tepid not warm.
Life educates me I
am of sorrow born.

I don’t want to face
this hell in a shell;
a friend gone again
anguish prevails.