Despite the loveliness of the day and the sweet chill of the evening,

This morning’s event does not seem to escape

The clasps of my mind’s sorrows

When 9AM struck a boy jumped off to meet a grievous end.

I never knew him, nor of his existence, but IT dawned on me

For the second time this semester and the fourth in less than three years

IT came back to eat out of my soul

The chill that swept through my back was unkind,

As it pricked every nerve within the spine

IT took me aback to my mourning. 

IT cringed my stomach as unknown tears flooded my eyes.

IT stabbed me again. 

IT mocked me as I grabbed a hold of reality in my left hand

My life on the right

Death slashed another morsel off of me.

You could wake up one day and simply realize that you are not going the path you want. Maybe, it’s what you’ve once wanted, but not anymore. You could love someone with all your heart yesterday, but not today.
The reason behind it does not exist, simply the feeling. To suddenly feel distaste in the tea you’ve always had or the shirt you’ve always worn. The fickleness of the heart is a spontaneous one.
And Indeed it is a painful one, but to suppress it is impossible.
The longing is fading almost volatile, and I just don’t know what to do anymore.