Love Dies Poem by Jenny Molloy

Dressed in all black,
I try to breath,
Slowly I walk trough the big wooden doors.
A million eyes are on me,
Burning trough my skin,
I sit quietly on the cold bench.
Tears fall down my face,
I look around me,
The ceiling is collapsing.
A ray of sunbeams on me from the window,
The fresh air wraps around my face,
I know you are there.
Sitting side by side,
I reach for your hand,
I hold on.
In time I will let go but right now,
I would like to sit here,
And not say a word.