I shalt not mourn.

That does it.
I'm sick and tired
of this world
and its liars,
who misplace the faith,
leave plates
half empty of the life
they don't deserve.

Oh those hearts that weep for the innocence
lost in the era of decay, where
the light dims as shadows rest
on the bones of their dismay,
and the voices once human,
never faltering as they fade,
sing a lament for the grievers;
wishing them on their way.

To mourn a death, be it
timely or just unjust,
takes the strength of mind
once used to bond
to clave attachment,
to put behind nostalgia
and remorse.

So, I won't mourn for you.
I won't forget you.
I won't write you a verse
to preserve your spirit
in my thoughts for it hurts
my mind to describe the world
you let me see.

I'll travel blind
in your absence,
I'll unlock the windows at night
in hope,
of safe return of your heart to me,
as I sleep, as you'll sleep,
but never next to me...

I bid you goodnight,
my friend,
my lover,
my only.

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Hi guys, I know it's been a while, but I've been upset a bit lately, and I thought this would be the most appropriate dedication to a special someone. I hope you enjoy it, or even just understand it. All comments welcomed.