Death from a Distance

Hunger fills me,
Deep desire and overpowering urges.
Vision filling with nothing but him,
My world revolves around him alone,
But teeters on the brink of insanity,
For I can not reach him.

He has been hurt by another,
A bleeding wound where his heart should be.
I long to heal his heart,
To fill it with the light it once had,
But I can not reach him.

A cold hardness is creeping in,
Vision is darkening,
My world is slowing
And edging to the abyss,
I need to reach him.

He has found another
A joyous lightness in the place his wound had been.
His heart is healing.
Filled with the golden glow of love
I did not reach him.