It's over.
Our relationship is a cold corpse,
In which I am left to mourn,
But I stand at the head stone alone.

No tears yet,
But depression flowing into my heart,
Extinguishing the fire in my eyes,
To a small spark.

You were mine,
And we loved each other,
But you left me by this grave,
To mourn the death of something we thought to be immortal.