• slimjady 10w

    Wistful Loner

    Nostalgia fills the air within his domain,
    Her presence ever so vacant.
    Once his prized possession reduced to a mere memory.
    Reminisce is all he can do of his glory days,
    Missing a part of him, he cries,
    Teardrops which continue to fill his heavy heart.
    Sinking to the bottom of the abyss which is now his soul,
    Her name like a trigger to the brain,
    He could call no more...