She was there
then suddenly she wasn’t
taking with her the very air.

She was gone
but my thoughts remained with her
I, the pale-less well ne’er drawn

She is dead
I too have died within her
as well the words never said

I was known
defined by the external
words not spoken but intoned

I was lost
words that were read absently
will the active mind exhaust

I am dead
I, a string tied inside her
found a severed broken thread

Together
set adrift in the abyss
ever lost to the nether.