Midnight Quills

Like the bitter flavour
Of fresh picked lemons
Something burns inside
Saddens, breaks your heart

Like the final touch
Of a leaving friend
Something breaks inside
Saddens, as they part

Like the tearing scent
Of onions being sliced
Something burns your eyes
Saddens, tears fall free

Like a puppy’s whine
Overwhelms your soul
Something torn away
Saddens, twists your heart

Like the retreating back
Of a friend leaving
Something breaks inside
Saddens, breaks your heart

Loss
Of
Someone
Special