"You are all I am, you are all I ever want to be . . . and I think of you.
A solitary cry, echoes through my throat, and through my mind . . . and I think of you."
- Stabbing Westward 'ACF'
This page is dedicated the the unending memory of the dearest friend I ever had, who passed away a little over a year ago now, and whom I still miss with almost every waking moment. My lover, my ally, my soulmate.
The Day You Died
Zach, you are still my unending inspiration. I will regret eternally the things I left unsaid.
The day I met you, I lit a candle,
The day you died, I blew it out.
Even then I knew I'd lost a side
I could not live without.
All I dreamed of were those warm vaults; the air
Thick with rose and jasmine,
Your flesh cooling like candle-wax,
And skin as pale as paraffin.
I wished that your eyes would stir in death
So I could drown in them again,
But the whispering dark inside me knew
That this would never ease my pain.
These thoughts seeped through my mind like rot;
A thousand watery images
That shattered like dried roses in my mind
And crumbled into nothingness.
Now my heart's colder than your waxy flesh,
And no jasmine air warms my grief.
And it's you that's escaped this pain, not me,
So tell me, where's my release?