My Friend

My Friend

 

Lament is my companion, my friend

 Love, a passing yet lasting burden.

I have loved, I have seen the smile

that forged a beating heart from steal.

I know it to this day, that love that aches,

that burns and boils. That love

that goes unpublished therefore unreturned.

 

Lament is my companion, my friend.

I have looked into eyes that grinned,

that knew my core. They

never saw my shame, my sorrow at

having lost their daily glimpse. They

never saw the sting brought on

by knowing their beauty no more.

 

Lament is my companion, my friend.

I have heard the sound of beauty,

a voice cherished. The spoken word

had never known such prestige, such

guiding elegance. A dance of tone and rhythm

never to be heard again. Not by me; no

more music for my heart to dance to.

 

Lament is my companion, my friend.

Absence is all that is left; no more

warmth of contact, of convergence. Within,

the burning love a pyre of anguish. Without, the

body aches will the chilled bite of regret

upon every sight, upon every sound,

upon every thought.