My Friend

Pray, let it be
My doom is your retreat.
Me longing from faraway,
Let that horizon be your feast.
If that serves you good,
Make my failure keep you upbeat.

Dwindling in the reigns of fate,
Will I fall for your sake.
Like a sigh, like a yawn,
My presence you will inhale.
Amidst the ruins of my joys,
Will you find a golden passage
Like a drop, like a tear,
My memories will you drink.