Cold Poem by Heather Hilley

I lie here cold,
Our love is still so old,
But it's still printed in my heart like bold.
If I could hold him again,
Instead of walking in the rain,
My soul would turn into gold.

I miss him,
Without him,
My life is torn from limb to limb,
My eyes are buried in a flood,
With the missing half of me gone,
My eyes flood with blood…


I’m in the garden,
Sitting,
In the moonlight,
While the memories still bite,
Though it’s against my will,
I numb the pain,
With a little white pill.

I love you…
Forevermore…