Losing the Dearest is Sad (to say the least)

Losing my dearest is sad. It is even sadder when I realised I should have done more than I did. It was like you were time-wrapped, warped, and wrought. Every part of your core was wrung to the last drop. Faces moved past, but none registered on your wake. A cyclone could not have wreaked more havoc to your emotion. Your flashbacks are mostly in black and white. Colour seemed to fail.

And here I am... won't u send me an angel

Here I am.. in the land of the morning star

And still reeling from it all.