Being as cold as ice for death has come into our lives,
touching and taking you with him, leaving me behind to
feel the cold iciness of your body lying next to mine.
Dreams no longer being dreamt, love no longer being
realized for you have been taken from me permanently
and there's nothing more I can do for you.
Being left in the remaining moments of my life, a
solitary figure with a bereft heart and no fulfillment
at all, just this salty taste touching, burning inside.
This open wound, raw from the loss of you, crying now
until the day when I can die and be with you once again,
my love, my only heart - I didn't want to say goodbye.
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Heartfelt poem..........my love, my only heart - I didn't want to say goodbye. Wow...priceless.