I Must Die. Poem by Christian K. Montiel

I must die.
I must die, alone as my life rolls like an empty bottle of water following the wind.
Holding your hand as you disappears between my dreams that are becoming nightmares on my head.

The dawn on the beach is not beautiful anymore with out you, so I would try my best to forget you kisses from my lips that now they are so dry like the shore when the tide goes down.
I must die alone, because the nights are cold and my life cannot be like before and now my solitude is my destiny to be.