Time Can't Solve All

Empty soul he was made.

The day his mind lost all color shade,

Nothing could have sweetened his thought

Priceless relief he had besought.

Regret, remorse, sorrow shall all reflect in deep sigh

He, never be again the reason for her eyes to look bright.

He thought time would make him forget,

Hallucination: she’s still under the soft blanket.

Brain trick he realized; yet spent nights memory-calling

Wishing he could look at those eyes grinning.

If he had known she had first felt his absence,

He would not have been abandoned nor had he lost the core of all sense.