I looked for a sign,
Any sort of hint.
I followed that line,
From walking to a full sprint.
Reaching the end sent a chill down my spine,
For it didn't lead to you but just an imprint.
I didn't believe it was the end,
There must have been a way to save you.
I slowly realized you wouldn't take the hand I was willing to lend,
You were gone but your imprint grew.
This was in no way my friend,
It was time to leave once I accepted it to be true.
I made my way out of the dark place,
Before allowing my tears to emerge.
I looked up to the vast space,
Then lit one last cigarette to fill my urge.
The smoke drifted to the stars with such grace,
While I chose the star where our souls would one day converge.
Created: Feb 25, 2015Document Media