Four Years

So the crystal finally slipped

From the grasp of my hand

And hit the floor with enough force to destroy a world

The echoes still ring, debilitating, in my ears

And I shudder from this night onward

At the spasms of unidentified emotion

Pervading me and all I thought myself to be

Trapped in that nausea and vertigo

I mourn a fullness that has vanished from every facet of my soul

Four years have led us by the hand to the morgue

No more sapphires left to catch the sunlight

In their iridescent, azure warmth

I walk now, empty lunged

Dead eyed in this lack of all I truly loved.