Burned...

[secondtheory]

burned

it's breaks my heart,
to see you leave,
you went so quickly,
not a chance to grieve.

they all say,
things will get better,
but the rain still pours,
and the ground is getting wetter.

the forecast is storms,
with a chance of hope,
i still see your face,
and it makes me mope.

even on a sunny day
i still feel some malaise
your echoes are haunting me,
images of the good old days.

i'm carrying on,
stuck in this transition,
an imperfect time,
and an awkward position.

ending this note,
is pretty hard,
when you gotta be nice,
when your soul is charred.

--mtb