Grief of a witch

 

You were more of a man than a boy

But less of a man than a man

More than a smile made of joy

Less than what I'd love again.

Spirits have taught me a lesson

Nightmares showed me the goodbye

And now quieter than a whisper

Our love has began to die.

But louder than love I met grief

And earthquakes of nightmares appeared

As only in nightmares you'd show me

The love that I've never received.

I'm not here to beg or to steal

We won't get to meet afterlife

Just as our love will not seal

We're only saying goodbye.

So thank you, my sir, for your presence

As a witch, I knew it would end.

I got to feel my love's essence

But yours, not more than a friend.

And I bewitch you with blessings

For teaching me more than you think

May you feel joyful while facing

The shortness of life, as a blink.