Another empty day ends as I lie down, Staring at the ceiling, dead eyes, mind abyssal drowned; There, I seem a clown. Trails of thought- make my brow frown, Exhausted enough, wrapped in no sound. What have I not done in mirthless hours? My body has no will to move an ounce. Yet, as I close my eyes, memories shout— only wraithlike you there to be found, My cadenced life, I buried in the ground. Same eyes, same smile— How that charm won’t be bound? My all faded with you like a cloud. Each shred of me yearns for your surround. Would that make you feel proud? Forlorn I stood there shrown, You left with a tremulous crown. Every time I look around, My ghostly gaze sees you, profound.