For five months,Fate looked on and smiled,
And in a bashful moment, it thus contrived:
My first love looked right in my eye,
And never did wince as she said good bye.
In moments, what had brought eternal joy,
Became painful: a hurtful devilish ploy.
No spirits no medicine will ease the pain,
Of losing you, in a moment so vain.
Here rests my head, on my stone cold table,
As memories clog my mind, like a long lost fable.
The work piles on as bosses shout,
Autumn in my mind, just like a withering drought.
If days were bad, the nights are worse.
The world quiets down, silenced by the night,
Parrying me to my end, like a hearse,
Shedding a sorrowful tear on my plight.
Days have passed since that inglorious moment,
Time, the eternal healer, is covering my wounds,
But some wounds leave a scar for us to lament,
The days when you were here, when joy had no bounds.
'Coming back to life' goes the song,
As I take another drag from the bong,
I'll recover with what you left me,
The memory of what has been,and never more will be...
