With no warning,
your eyes close
The void becomes never-ending.
A turmoil of despondency
enthralling me eternally
The gates,
sealed

Never knowing
of parallel souls
intertwined in rhapsodic beauty
A splendour,
discovered upon the wonder’s demise

Repentantly unappreciated,
last minutes, futile
Distorting fog,
abating in the moments,
in the time of concluding despair

Possible ecstasies,
indiscoverable
Oysters,
forever remaining unopened
Stars forget to shimmer,
owing to unasked wishes

You ceased to learn,
to hear of admiration
Captivated perpetually with regret
Knowingly, the eyes
never resurrect