8th Poem by lagstein l'tan

You were real, you were here, ‘til you were not
We were happy, we were laughing, ‘til I could hear nothing
The days were bright, all was red, ‘til you turned it to gray
Its the 8th 4rth of the month since I lost you that way

We've moved on without you, we pretend
But behind the smiles are questions without end
We will never know, we are still in the dark
Why one day you set out to break our hearts

Images of dark woods visit me at night
Its dreams like these that I wake up in fright
Why ventured in a place, desolate and unknown
You must have felt lonely, deserted and alone

Had you willed me by your side, I could have run, I could have flown
where you breathed your last, in that paradise forlorn
now I'm without a song, without rest, without comfort
from anguish to despair, I would go back and forth

What to do with this pain, this unbearable aching
How to live with this sadness, so deep and paralyzing
What to do with the hurt that comes with remembering
How to stop the tears, by a mere mention of your name

How do you come to terms with a grief so profound,
If being lost leads me to you, then I don't want to be found
If this is the price of loving, then I will gladly pay
I'll hold you in my heart, there forever you will stay


lagstein 01/04/25