AWRY

He spent his nights,

Gazing into the sky.

An old habit,

When things went awry.

On thinking about,

That girl so sweet.

His heart pounding,

Dancing in the street.

However he had,

Now lost that right.

At the end of the tunnel,

There glowed no light.

For those moments,

He'll forever remember.

His world is cold since,

As if eternal December.

He walked around,

His heart ripped out.

He hears no one,

Whisper or shout.

He closes his eyes,

And sees her face.

And when opened,

 his heart would've raced.

But he never knows,

what his heart feels.

Away from him,

Eternally infront of her, It kneels.

It shall be there,

Forever more.

Till he passes,

Into eternal snore.

Even after that,

It may persist.

For she's such,

That it can't resist.

Death itself,

would feel contested.

 If it were to,

Cross his path unrequested.

He hides the pain,

 in his eyes.

His face smiles,

Creating lies.

Not from her though,

It can't be done.

To all the world,

Except one.

Beneath his surface,

It now lies.

Writhing in pain,

Till it flies.

Although that is,

Not likely to be.

Whatever happens,

He'll see.

To the rest of the world,

It stays unshown.

A potential seed,

Remains un sown.

Rather sown and uprooted,

Would describe this better.

Written and signed,

Yet unposted letter.