Mourning for Ariadne

I remember you every day.
I was thinking about you yesterday
again. You were in my mind
and I wouldn't mind
about that, if it wasn't for the pain.

The pain of seeing you being
unable to stand on your feet
and myself to leave you behind
and in front of your pain to fleet.
And I was sick of myself for that.

Then there was those moments
unique in excellence
when my hug you would make
your warm residence.

And I loved you, thus I mourn
your loss...no matter how
little I knew you.