"i thought it was nearly impossible to have a heart broken through friendship".

this wound cuts deeper than the heart, and the resounding ache weaves itself imperceptibly through your days, acknowledged only in the silent tears of empty nights. my blankets will all tell, of the way i've mourned for you. ask the solemn walls of my basement, to describe my grief; its continual and all consuming.
what is life, but reckoning?