Dying Poem by Eman Awad

Each die once that ends his life,
exept who loves truely like i do.
That day, i wondered how to revive,
some thing that died in me after you.
I wondered how would i survive,
when we're apart, the remaining days through.

Who says we die only one time?
i die every single day on my own.
When we meet, i die each time,
feeling that i'm weak and all alone.
I thought that you were mine,
and that i dwelt you but i never had a home.

Memories haunt me constantly,
and more distant becomes my dream.
I wonder why and how you left me?
for it bleeds and cuts me badly, my seam.
You had each breath and each reverie,
and far from you i'm empty as it may seem.

But it seems and shows so clear,
in my racing heart and my paling face.
An ocean is born from a single tear,
i die slowly, aching of pain in my place.
And approching you at a sudden is fear,
my eternal fear, that destroys the lands i pace.

I thought i'll forget and get over you,
but i got over me and my own i forgot.
No life for me apart from you,
i am lost for every thing that i've ever got...