The End (Or Something Else) Poem by Stephen Carey

It's something so cold,
That look on her face.
You're just in between,
Do you know what I mean?
For once, I was bold,
For the sake of your grace,
And that's all I've seen.

It's something so dark,
This absence of you,
The withdrawal of your shine.
I will never be fine,
I'm left with its mark,
And of course it is true,
You are never mine.

Everything's not right.
I can't do a thing.
I should just go to the moon,
Float off like a blue balloon.
I'll get out of your sight,
I'll forget everything.
I will be gone, soon.