You drift away from me,
Like vapors upon the very wind,
You taunt my every waking thought
What could have been
And what never was will always
Whisper through my mind

I can not know anything else but your now relaxed grip
Your fingers not as steel as they once were,
When fear of my struggle would dare you
To let go
No more do I push thee,
Moreover the spoils of triumph towards hopelessness.

There I've said it,
Its message true and clear
deposed of the life I am borne to bear.
And how easy it feels.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Lanosian, in the year 163 MA.