My Crest

For you have served me day and night.
Without you I don’t quite feel alright.
Strange statements you may believe.
But without you I feel ill at ease.

Gaping wound in my chest.
Right where once sat my crest.
Give me comfort,
One more time!
I ask too much but need you by my side.

What time remains is so short.
Another I do not wish to court.
For filling holes I doubt can be done.
Without you I see severe drop in fun.

Gaping wound in my chest.
Right where once sat my crest.
Give me comfort,
One more time!
I ask too much but need you by my side.

Fashioned from clay.
You ascended to me.
Stood at my back.
Fought this way and that.
And I did the same.
Refused to back down.
We were tangled twins.
Fighting for our everything.

Gaping wound in my chest.
Right where once sat my crest.
Give me comfort,
One more time, please.
I ask too much, I know, but need you by my side.
If only for one last long fruitful ride.
My way of saying my last, cried, goodbye.