Pain

I knew this day was coming,
and I knew this day would hurt.

But not how wide and how deep.
It is like the grown opened and swallowed me up.

The roaring silence is deafening.
The chill in the air makes it hard to breath.

Gone is a lover.
Gone is a friend.

The tree of love has fallen.
But can the roots of friendship be saved?

I will love your forever
far past the end.