Only Her Alone

Where is the sun?
Through endless dark I stray.
A child of another endless day.
Through till the day is done.

Why do I cry?
There is no reason to do so.
There is no way to not know.
Why do I ask why?

Did I break a mirror along the way?
Was there something I did that cursed me?
Is there something there I can't see?
Why do I always seem to pay?

The dark is deceiving,
leading you to think you can,
giving you its master plan,
leaving you perceiving.

Perceiving what is not there.
Grasping for the leftovers,
begging for the do-overs
wishing someone would care.

Are the voices in the background,
things that might be real?
Things that maybe feel?
Things that might be found?

The dance could not be simpler
if it weren't done alone.
Where the light had shone,
if you weren't only her.

Only her alone,
that's where your future lays.
It's what your fortune says,
that you are torture prone.

And so the end is fleeting.
And so your story's told.
Your heart is richer than gold,
as slowly it stops beating.