It could have been a laugh
It could have been a tease
It could have been a snarky bite

Instead, instead it was not
Instead, it was all sadness and dark
Instead, it was a silent void

There is no jest, zest or quest in you
There is nothing but a pinprick and a busted balloon
There is no there to tear

It could have been a joke
It could have been a rub
It could have been a moment of rapid-fire wit

Instead, instead it was bitter and broken
Instead, it was poor and sour
Instead, it was too rotten

There is no quest, zest or jest left
There is nothing but an elongated sigh
There is no path back