Disillusionment deepens the depression that drearily duets with one's demise; I dance disenchanted denying the depression that dared to darken and dye your divine eyes. Misery mated with melancholia and made me mourn the melodies that you mustered that I often mistook for lullabies, as the fire inside you chose to flee instead of fight creating embers, then ashes before departing and saying its final goodbye. I am weakened by your weakness, what happened to the wonder that once won and would no longer wash your sorrows ashore? Saddened, I can only speculate now that love don't live here anymore. Everything is nothing now as impermanence asserts itself, the potency of your potential declined and started to melt like the Arctic shelf. Was it not enough that I would hang on to your every word, or was it inadequate, as it is now obvious that your restless spirit felt as caged as a captured bird. Bountiful bliss that I am now forced to accept as a blessing in your place is hardly a substitute for you who held the power to rehabilitate the human race and the sole recipient of the rare love inside me that now feels displaced. Misplaced but not lost as the resilience within me is certain to be my saving grace, as I know that our day will come where my soul will feel as renewed as the first time ever I saw your face. With the memories of my mortality, I am forced to either accept death as a part of life or succumb to it as well. You are now Eve in paradise, we will have our Eden again as I will forever remain under your spell. The blatant beauty that you bore was often beleaguered by the blues, new beginnings can occur through some endings, my friend, although ultimately, it is our own volition to decide what we will choose. I toss salt over my shoulder, and grasp tighter to my lucky charms as I say several prayers for you, hoping that you are now safe and soundly protected from harm. Choking on the truth, I feel I have no choice but to accept the harshness that reality relies on to take us by surprise, even though I know that a day will arrive when we will be reunited and bask once again in the sun's majestic rise. Instead of failing, or falling, I will be persistent and prevail turning my sadness into triumphs and tries, I will not give up, or back down but cherish the life that I have been given, and view each new day as the reward that it is, for each one is truly a prize.
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