I am still here.
I hear the sound of betrayal.
I see the the dark light of the impending doom.
I pretend I don’t notice.
I touch the rock on my finger that’s the cause of it all.
I dream of tranquility.
I wonder about the pervasiveness of it all, in spite of everything that has happened.
I feel the grey-nothingness descending.
I would, yet, do it all over again just to watch the brilliance of his topaz eyes.
I was, I am and will be no more soon.
I am but a faint thought now, fluttering in the wind.
I am gone.