4 December 2012
And just as quickly as the gloom began to lift, As quickly as the air began to clear, And I could again see you...
Beautiful, sweet, tender...
Just as quickly as that cloud began to lift,
You were stolen from me in a tornado of fire and fury.
An earthquake of cracked senses, Of focus, lost.
Just as quickly as you come back, You always leave.
And I pray to whomever might be listening, I pray that maybe this time, You won't be gone too long.
Constant Loss • Opuss № I