This is a requiem– though, you’re not dead.
It’s solely the version of you in my head
That’s no longer breathing – life into my veins;
Yet, sadly the notion of you still remains.
This is a lament- though, you’re not gone.
It’s only from my life that you have withdrawn
All sense of endearment – that I held so near;
Yet, your resurrection is something I fear.
This is an elegy– though, you’re still alive.
It’s simply my vantage that I should revive
So I cannot see you – in every view;
Yet, I cannot conjure strength to erase you.