He is gone,
Not for forever but long enough.
My heart already yearning for him,
His touch, his kiss, his hugs,
The warmth of his smile in my eyes brightening my day.
I crave his love.

He is gone,
No more lovely sunny days,
Each and every day growing darker and darker.
This screaming storm of fate,
Rolling over my head.
The tears of many worried thoughts,
The clouds of hazy vision,
The dark blinding me from seeing the bright side of my loneliness.

He is gone,
My heart aches as it’s torn like sand paper,
My eyes pouring out the rain through the thunder and lightning,
I hear his cries for help.
My mind searches determined to find him,
My thoughts smeared through my head,
Splattered over my heart are the constant thoughts of,
His gloomy days,
The cell that keeps him awake at night
His worst fears creeping in the dark coursing him away from sleep,
Thoughts of what lay beyond this life.

He is gone,
Day by day, Night by night,
His heart I hear through his voice is crushed,
Now only a powder held together by the powerless assumptions of freedom.
Countless days in a cell,
Holding him away from me.
That one officer could’ve let him be,
He was too nosey and miss led to care,
About the true story behind the booze bottle.
That which in that bottle was nothing,
But his idiotic friends insanity,
The emptiness of his brain.
To think I should’ve waited.
Been there before he was for he would be in no trouble,
No trouble at all,
Now held hostage.

He is locked away all because I missed him.
That phone call could have waited,
Impatience is what drove him away.
Now he’s the one to pay.