Requiem

I kiss her lips, her face now cold, yet still with beauty.Yet she was not there.This tide of inertia reigns, I call aloud, but no sound.Oh to hug close, she is too soon away.Desire remains to hold her to me, to hear her voice, see her smile, slipping her hand in mine.Her love, a rose dropping from my grasp, slowly to the ground to die alone.My words unsaid, the arrogance of pride shackled by emotions,still dead. Inside.