No, more, a companion.
A constant amongst the chaos of life,
A sympathetic ear to all of my troubles throughout.
No, more, I chose you,
I invited you into my life to stay,
and stayed as my rock and steady throughout.
No, more, my fate.
Life had decided we would meet,
and life too decided we would remain, throughout.
No more, my memory.
A fragment left in a broken mind.
A pain, deep beyond my core.
A pain that will hold it’s spot within, throughout.