the end of an era

two thousand eleven.

the year of passing
and the year of loss.

the year of tears
and sleepless nights.

this has been a year of
finding oneself lost.

and this year is still
far from over.

this year has marked the end of an era.
an era where all had been well in the world.
and now it's not.

two thousand twelve.
i await you with baited breath.

until then, RIP those we have lost.
these tears they fall for you.