Call off the Search

 

Yes. 

I have been buried under soil. 

No Dear Loves, 

     Of any...

  I 

  Am not the same. 

It is true,

  The girl you once knew

  She died in your name. 

I know you weep and toil, 

  I know you map pieces left, 

      all of grievance. 

Might I mourn with you the loss of her, 

  Myself, 

 All the same.  

  What you search for now...

     She is dead and gone. 

You never came, 

the Mass was empty 

  As her life of your presence 

  As the voice of her song. 

She died the slowest of deaths, 

  and not a one of you 

  An eye to be found 

She died in an abysmal silence 

And now you search for her underground. 

  I 

Am not her. 

  Not ever again could I be. 

Shades all the more cynical 

  Discernment, all She sees.  

My heart now an icy frost 

  My cage now a ring 

It doesn't matter who she was 

 What matters is who she will be.