Ending of the end*

It's not enough to see you cry
It's pain that steals and tears
Grasping fingers to clasp at my neck
Icy grip
Throat hand marks
Mood with seesaw motion in
Your face I see a void
Freckles in slow motion
The function of a mouth to speak
My name from your lips
But still inside my mind she lingers
Blonde or dark
The features always change
It's you
You and no one else
You're somewhere in between
Like the still warmth sandwitched twixt sun and rain
It's not enough to see you cry
I want to go inside your soul