I am

I am still here.

I hear the sound of betrayal.

I see the the dark light of the impending doom.

I pretend I don’t notice.

I touch the rock on my finger that’s the cause of it all.

I dream of tranquility.

I wonder about the pervasiveness of it all, in spite of everything that has happened.

I feel the grey-nothingness descending.

I would, yet, do it all over again just to watch the brilliance of his topaz eyes.

I was, I am and will be no more soon.

I am but a faint thought now, fluttering in the wind.

I am gone.

Linking up  with Tina and Mayuri for fridayfotofiction.