As I sit here in ruin,
I cannot help but think
of what we were doing.
the olden days shine so bright in this dark present
even brighter in the darker future,
and while it saddens my heart to let it go,
the bitterness of my heart and the sorrow in my soul
I shall at least rest knowing that I was still here when it's beauty glowed,
ever radiant,
this place is nothing more than a shell
missing it's gradient.