Wish You Were Here

A scream of loss, a cry,
Tears stream down. Internally,
The cuckoo crows its sorrow
As the raven spirals down
To fly nevermore. Doom
Lies known, open, feelings
Wrought of pain fling open.
A million thoughts away you sit,
And stare at the postcard,
Your mind's cruel farewell.
A printed picture of a bleeding god
And the caption 'Wish You Were Here'.