Through the many times we've sat and talked,
Stories told and feelings shared,
Never would I think it'd end like this.

Your abscence calls every now and then
Removing yourself from all that is around
Taking shelter and finding peace

I fear for you, and everything about you
Your health, your heart, your mind and body
For you I hold so dear

I feel as though there's something I should do
Or maybe it's me that's caused such a thing
I feel depressed, not knowing what to do

Not knowing how to help, because I don't know what's wrong
Wanting your company and for you to return
I sit and wait wondering if you're okay

Dazed for months on end, trying to work it out
Then I realise, maybe I shouldn't know
Then think, you probably don't either

As I curl up in a corner, tears rolling down my cheek
I fear for what we have, and what we could have been
For life without you, never seems happy.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Artificium, in the year 437 AD.