Profound curse, sedates its epigraph,
Lost everything I loved, emptiness seals my path,
Rhymes end my yearning, each verse our memories’ paragraph,
Years of maladies, dexterously descends this graph,
Meticulously knitted this ending—were all my steps your choreograph?
Post meridians screech your absence, walls once echoed our laugh,
A fate blissfully sham, remains of a gallery embellished by a photograph,
Always you, always us within my pen my cowardice facing this wrath.