Gone - A Poem

Stalking the shadows,

I make love to the night.

Worshipping the black,

The darkness is my guide.

Sharp shards of my dreams

Cut deep into my mind,

I'm trying to forget

The hope that I can't find.

Hope bleeds from my heart,

As I reach your frozen self.

A solid memory from my past,

That left me when I fell.

Illuminated by

The big yellow moon,

I stroke your empty face

Like ivy strokes a tomb.

“Sorry...” tumbles out,

A few times, I say it.

But like stones upon glass,

The word has no effect.

Then I close my eyes,

And tell you I was wrong,

But I find that I'm too late,

For when I look again,

You're gone....