Something very precious died;
I did not clean its room.I slept inside its bed at night;
I dreamt inside its tomb.
I moved away as time went by,
But kept a tiny thread
Put inside of my pants each day:
A piece of what was dead.
Today I woke to find the thread
Was lost; completely gone.
The past with it; all hope with it.
EDIT: I'm whiting this out. Highlight it to read it, but it's so dark and defeated, I really don't care for it.
