She walks and stands
where he now resides
with a rose in hand
their eyes collide
in her eyes, his world
where time is on-hold
his tongue freezes
a chilling breeze
everything is stopped
like a broken clock
heart starts to beat
with a rhythm they never heard
moments slip away
He wishes her not to leave, this day
BUT she does, silently
his heart turns back cold, and grey
the air is thick,
breathing is hard
And darkness starts to slide
while light starts to hide
and he is again blind
lonely with that rose, left behind
He misses her so bad
but why is he so sad?
it's unfair?!
days pass, without her near?!
He loses the desire, for everything
He wants again to be nothing
waiting for her to come back
Now or later, but intact
maybe he still has hope
deep down he knows it’s weak
He realizes the truth he seeks
and his cold heart speaks
To tell a story of a stone pile
That came to life for a while
Only to turn back to a lifeless pile
Sometimes we need to let it go...
Sometimes death is just the start
and between life and death, there is always another world
** special thanks to Batool Jafri for proof reading