He's Dead To Me Poem by Eman Awad

He died a long time ago,
the one i'm seeing isn't who i loved.
He died and i miss him so,
wishing to meet him again in the skies above.
I have nothing left,
nothing to remind me of him at all.
They say forgetting is a gift,
but i'm not gifted for i can't let go at all.
I have a memory of a smile,
i have the echo of few words.
I stare at him for a short while,
then my heart and my soul hurts.
He isn't the same person i knew,
his smile is more savage and more pale.
I'm not amazed of the pain that grew,
no wonder, the story of my life happened to fail.
I can't go back for i'll be hurt again,
i'm too proud to admit the truth any time.
The truth is that my life was gone in vain,
the truth is, he was never mine...
He walks around like my heart,
wasn't some thing to worth sadness or a tear.
He walks innocently like i'm not torn apart,
he is over me, and that's my greatest fear.
But not any more i'll fear him no longer,
i'm off to a new world that has him not.
And i'll live through for i'm stronger,
i must be after losing all i've ever got..