I miss love so much,

I miss it as if I have lost my eyes,

and I am going numb to touch,

while withering away with my sighs,

is my breathe!

I am without a hope,

as if I seen what will be,

no longer managing to cope,

and slowly slipping from me,

is my breath!

I will not forgive again,

and my skin will stay cold,

and nothing will ever end,

with my last words when told,

is my breath!

I will sit in my bare skin,

as if I wear memory for dress,

feeling love as it had once been,

and with life that I live even less,

is my breath!

So death awaits near,

and the door is open always,

and i sit in skin without fear,

giving at last with my final days,

is my last breath!

SDPope