Staring a crescent moon with a shroud of despair
Trying to find among the sky which we lost somewhere
Giggles, jokes, and an intimate affair
The shimmer in your eyes and my own flair
Now dwell in ruins is my thoughts of her
The smell of her still lingering somewhere
In a never-ending corridor, we promised to wander for eternity
Now thinking of it makes me hone my anger
Sharpened enough to cut inane guilt of not being together
Maybe behind those curtains, I find my life
A life with meaning, joy, and company
Till then, I stare at the sky
Looking down on the destitute I hold within

~Ink Phantom