I tread a lonely passage,

With cliffs at my side.

It stretches onward and curves some,

What treachery does it hide?

It's been a year since you disappeared,

and the times have gotten worse.

Without your reassurace and glee

the tugging causes my heart to burst. 

For I speak not of a lover,

nor a friend in which I left behind.

I speak of myself as fond as another,

but sadly, she has died.