Melancholy

There was a void in her.
Nobody could see..
Deep down a constant melancholy..
Yet somehow she remained sweet.
It was in her pain she understood the most..
In her flesh she was dead and deep down in her soul she lived.
Beyond the mountain's crest..
Past the edge of as far as the eye can see..
Near that sparkling star..
By the time you see her there..
She has already gone.

A.S.