Vanished

My blood 

Grows thinner 

My heart 

Pounds

Loudly 

Through  

My chest 

Screaming  

For you 

To save me 

From my own 

Willful 

Dissolution. 

An illusion 

Kept me  

Alive  

Longer than 

It should have. 

If I'd nurtured 

Your heart, 

Our love  

Might now  

Be 

A flowing river 

Of 

Arcadian 

Euphoria. 

I am certain  

That it 

Would have. 

But 

My body  

Grows weary 

From  

The absence 

Of  

Your presence; 

The ascent 

Of  

Your  

Wondrous Love 

Evading me; 

Cascading 

Free 

From my 

Former 

Embrace. 

You won’t  

Listen for 

My 

Fading 

Plea; 

You have  

Darted  

Away, 

Obscured 

Remotely 

From my  

View; 

Wading 

In the sea 

Of my  

Anguish; 

My lustrous skin, 

My anterior 

Comeliness 

Once only 

In existence 

Because of you; 

Now 

Evanesced 

Into  

Languish. 

You are 

A rope; 

Once sturdy 

And resistant 

To wear, 

Now 

Ruptured 

And withered 

Beyond 

Repair; 

I held on 

Until 

You ceased 

To allow  

My vehement 

Clasp; 

I fell, 

Dethroned 

From my 

Position  

In your heart, 

Your 

Essence 

Escapes 

My grasp. 

The vitality 

Of your  

Spirit 

Has 

Abandoned 

My World. 

Its soul 

Remains  

In our past; 

Your 

Aura 

Has deserted 

The reverie 

Of our future; 

My countenance 

Morose 

And downcast.