Will this be how it ends
The writer has ceased transcribing,
Everything remains as nothing,
But it doesn’t mean that she’s dead.
But her account can’t be discredited.
Why is it that I see her smiling
Or was it a method to stop growing
Our loves verdant potential.
Her mysteriously coloured aura,
Rendered my soul asunder.
I don’t think I’ll ever get to see her again.
Chance, led me to her tundra
A place found by a chaser,
It turned out, in vain.