When Love Dies

I thought that I would see the signs So in-touch with my feelings After all… Even still, though painfully trying Letting go Was impossible. Fingers blue, from my grip so tight When they came and pried my hands open Even the decayed remains Were gone. A breath from my lips Echoed out As a single grain of dust On my fingertip Floated away… When love dies Even still, so painfully trying Holding on Is impossible.