The Day After...

~I wrote this song-like poem the day after I found out what had happened. It's depressing yet angering to write this, but I felt as if it could mean more. It seems a bit controversial now that I read it, because I don't agree with most of what I had to say before. Hopefully it makes sense, reliving what I thought was going to end up. It was initially called "To Lose the Stories...Yet to Come..." But again, controversial to what I feel now.~

Am I losing my sense to this daze,
Walking willingly through this haze.
The voice that breaks away from the glare,
The sight that disipates the haunting air.

Breaking this cloud to see her ahead,
Reaching the edge where her voice has led,
And what I have to say is left unsaid,
As the haze has covered what had shed...

And so it hurts to see you move away,
Because I need you everyday...
Through what our lives' stories speak,
Time is no longer the one I seek...

(And so)
From you to me to everything I could be,
I will be what you want- through this symphony.
And through this song I cannot believe--...
That it showers the end... to our love story...

(And finally---)
I tell you what I havn't told you at all...
Is that I cannot lose you--...
Anymore---....