Half A Heart
When you died, half of me died as well.
My pain is unbearable!
There is nothing anyone can say or do
that can ease my hurt:
or bring me a minuscule amount of comfort.
When I close my eyes
I see your face, smiling at me.
And it breaks my heart,
to only see you in my dreams.
Death severed my heart in half!
And now, I drown in a river of tears
flowing into an ocean of grief.
And clinging to half a heart,
I slip into a world of memories and dreams:
trying to escape reality.
What good is half a heart?
Is it worth salvaging
when half of it is missing?
There is no wish or magic elixir
that can bring you back.
My loss is irretrievable!
I'm fated to live out my remaining years
with only half a heart.
And, until death reunites us:
I will never feel whole again.
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