She is gone and who I was with her died
Another bit chipped to be sorely missed
Another chunk with memories
That I need to recall certain parts of me
Will never be present again

She is gone and all I was with her
Will rot and wither
Wasting away like a fallen flower
Dying today leaving only remnants

She is gone and so am I
For every loss is life’s betrayal
The grief does not do the loss justice
My ego is diminished
Our relationship is finished
At best it become particles in a poem
And soon I will forget the meaning behind these words
Because she is gone