My First Lost Love

The Sky is blacker than the black of the darkest abyss,

A reflection of my painful sorrow,

As the black-stained tears of our broken love seeps slowly out,

So soft, yet oh so painful,

And these precious tears, they dry up,

Into this world of lost and broken memories,

Stored in the swirls of Shadows that accompany me in these fragile moments,

While you are out there, somewhere,

Among the lost dust of Stars and of life,

A smile on your face as these Shadows encompass you ever so gently,

In my First Lost Love...

~Mariya