She came in like the darkness of the night.....
As Elegant and graceful as the morning Rain......
her Voice cradled my thoughts from the darkness......
She was the point to which my humanity was designed......
She was my friend, my lover, my soul.......
Losing her to those of darkness was horrific.......
But as time grew past I grew cold.......
Nothing mattered as long as I wasn't dead I wouldn't feel.......
I found her again, she walked into my life just as fast as I had lost her.......
She is now a wisp, a voice, a little song in my ear.....
Neither my mind nor my heart understood how she came to be.........
But as I watched her I grew accustomed to her scent, her laugh, her love......
My pain was washed away from the very void in which it came........
Now I learn day by day of whether my life pre-hand was real or not.....
Her name broke my thought, her name broke my heart, her name brought me back........
Her Name wasn't but a single word in which I have grown to love........
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