There Will Be Nothing You Can Do (Italian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

Minutes will run into hours that pass without me,
hours to weeks and will become months alone,
and even when to you I try to atone,
months into years as my life is to be,

and as you wish from me you will be free,
while your life will go on, on your own
and after years to you I will not be known.
You may be sad or abundantly happy,

where now shattered are the dreams I have got.
Even the best memories will be in oblivion
and when you realise I really loved you,
at that time to me it will matter not,
when the last bit of you from my heart is gone,
to have me there will be nothing you can do.