The golden elixir has
spilled for only you.
Where can I
look for solace
when you have gone away?
I have kept my promises,
my debts are all settled
but still you left me here alone
wishing you stayed.
I remember before the war,
before the firing
and crossed swords.
I haven't forgotten
who you once were
or what we hoped we had in store.
I thought I meant as much to you
as you will always mean to me.
But when you leapt,
far to eager,
into the waiting arms of those beyond,
I knew all you had ever
wanted was the drink
from their fair hands
And so the golden rain did fall
the potion to just you.
Was it healing or hurting,
this gift from above,
was it worth it
I am delicate
more so than lace
and ash
and dreams
more than the thinnest floe of ice
or the brownest leaf, fallen from the tree
When the draft,
glinting with metallic
was poured out for you
I watched the transformation
and now my mirror
shows a reflection
defected and antiquated.
All that left to say now is
I miss you.
