In one moment,
I held your hand in mine,
As if I were going to lose you
At any moment.
And tears rolled down my face
As you gripped just as hard,
Telling me you loved me
Over and over again.
As night came, so did Death.
He looked over us,
Dark robes emanating a gloomy aura.
As the last rays of sun faded beyond the horizon,
He held out is hand and gently caressed the
Skin above your heart.
Your hand became ice, and the room
Began to lack humanly presence;
For I have come to realize that when Death
Pulled your soul into his arms,
He snagged mine too.
Now I reside,
A lifeless body with all the time in the world
To suffer as I contemplate a world
And each night I'm haunted
With the image of a scythe
Behind my eyelids,
Instilling a fear in me as each time the blade
Stabbing me with the reality that
You aren't with me anymore.
And eventually, the scythe remained
Permanently in my heart,
A constant throbbing that accompanies
The pain of your absence.