Loss

She loved the way it shown
She loved the blinding light
She loved the way it made her
Feel that she was alive.
The hold of it was choking
But she would not fight back
‘Cause she could see the power
And she was glad for that.
She could not fight the feeling
That she could still have that
That she could still be smiling
And cry and live and laugh.
She missed the love of other
She missed her love as well.
She longed the touch of someone
To hold her as she dwelled
On something that was foreign,
Of something out of sight
With meaning that could scare one
With nothing but goodbye.
She tries to understand it
But she can not succeed
How can you feel its power?
How can you feel its need?
It will forever hold her
And will never let go
Her master, her eternal
And now her only foe.