i'm lost
in a forest
filled with anger,
sorrow,
pain,
regret,
confusion,
nothing.
i'm naked,
bleeding,
melancholic
and cold.
i could feel the winds
beating at my back
i could still
see his face
distant
vague
blurred
and then no more
am i losing it?
that warmth we used to have?
the small treasure
you gave me
the one thing
i hold on so dearly
have i lost it already?
or is it still there
waiting
to be found again

Adagio Akazuki