Cold

Though once you shone so very bright

and blinded me with all you were,

and could and, god, so should have been.

 

When time and life had took its toll

and each decision, each wrong turn,

had lead us to this desperate end.

 

I see you lying,  turned to dust,

and all you shone on dead and cold

and turn my back and walk away

In search of sun and light once more.