o my king

o my king, where have you gone?

your kingdom is a mere crater.

that soft scarred smile

erased to time i cannot reach

your hands running through my hair

delicate as with how strong you were

could grasp my head and crush it

yet with me so careful

so unrelentingly careful...

and some nights you'd sing to me

in that deep, comforting voice

and it always lulled me off to sleep

i miss when you'd sing to me.

i know you'd want me to move on,

to not mourn you so deeply,

to move onto that which makes me happy-

you made me happy. you made me happiest.

where did you go, my king?

where did you go...?

please come back.