severia

falling out of your palms,
life; lost
nowhere to stay, nowhere to return
nothing to mourn

but mourning you do
an empty husk in its wake
you are not here

you have never been here

once more
I wish to see it again

maybe you have to be dying
to finally feel alive
perhaps, I should
kill you
to see your soul


but only a shadow awaits
and you are still not here