Must I outlive the one I love?
I pray that this can't be.
To wither slowly through old age
will leave my heart empty.
I do not wish to outlive you.
But this is beyond my control.
I have lived my life to please you
and without you I'm not whole.
Little bits and pieces of me
are ingrained in who we were.
They fit together like a puzzle
or the patches on a comforter.
And so these waking hours
when I contemplate
this stark reality that I now face
I pray ‘tis not my fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem