please tell me, my somewhat psychotic spirit

of empty silver that resides in the very depths of me

I will never know,

how will you travel when you depart?

shy of your cloak of blood and bone?

will you remember our time,

our short exposure in a simple life,

or

will you simply vanish

into the never-ending nothing

with no fondness

for the small and quickening light

that was forever destined

to pull us apart?