Oblivious

Tragedy left a love unresolved

Happiness left at the weigh side with the departure of his soul

She’s inconsolable, unresponsive to any attempts to forget or bury the hatchet

She refuses to move on

Just as I proclaimed as my love disappeared into traffic...

To some, to move on is to forget

To her and I, we could never forget or relent in our pursuit of damnation

Love proves heavy that we should suffer life without our better halves

But life bestows upon us opportunity

Though broken we can be mended

It takes the soul of someone willing to fulfill such important shoes

To mend a heart that’s been abused by abrupt and sudden death

No overtime for us the time has come and so we let our spirit die with those we trust

And now we dwell alone

Oblivious to the prospect of salvation

We rather suffer then invest again