She's Really Gone… Isn't She?
Darkness surrounded him,
Swamping him,
Pulling him under
The massive wave
Of emotions
That clouded his mind.
He had and would
Always love her.
But he had realized it
Too late… Too late.
Why had she left him,
Went to the otherworld
Without him?
He focused on the desk
Across from him;
Empty,
Calling out for its
Old friend.
But that person
Would never come back.
Never be able to sit
In that old chair.
Never be able to hit away
At the keyboard that had
Once craved for her touch.
Never…
He squeezed his eyes
Shut,
Trying to block the
Vivid memory that
Kept playing in his mind,
Over and over,
As if set on replay.
Why had it been her
When it should
Have been
Him?
He heard footsteps
And he opened his eyes.
Moss green met
Steely blue.
He gave his boss
A sad smile.
"She's really gone…
…
Isn't she?"
The man in front
Of him
Didn't answer,
And he knew
That she was
Gone forever.
But why did it
Feel like
She was there now,
Looking over his
Shoulder,
Taking in his every move,
Watching, waiting,
…Protecting.
And he knew
That she would
Always be there
With him.
Forever.