A Kind of Death

"Your being is now one with earth and our memories like soil." I said these words in between heaps of tears, trying hard not to choke on my sorrow. These were my last words to you, as I was "letting you go". Accepting and by then hoping that time would heal the wounds your departure left me in. Little did I Know The Bitter Irony Of Healing. That I would wake up everyday for rest of my life filled with regret of what I said and didn't, destroying myself over what I did and didn't. Going over and over and over our memories like a recording but this time tuned into perfect harmony with my fantasies. I had no idea I would still love you even after death ripped you away from me. If love truly destroys a person, then Love is death.