Another Serving Of Grief

Look at you
beautiful and cold and gone
it's another tragedy
that in order to ever
hope to see you again
i have to find you
in the parts of me
that have "you"
written all over them
the fearlessness; impatience
the temper i used to hate
are now where you don't live
because you've faded away
to a place beyond promises
i can't walk with you
through fire anymore
and i wish "before" was a place
not so far away
where your lungs still breathe
and your magic remains
because you allowed me to keep you safe
and i did
no matter the outcome, you were safe
in these arms
but now, the truth is
i can do nothing to thank you
because i learned something today
that will haunt me all my life...

Darkness is a place called "Daylight"