Witnessed her imperfections first time I laid eyes upon the beauty of her, but, those memories hurt to allude to; when I envision our times collectively, mind body and soul feel the loss of her.
Fore, each passing day I still absorb the scent of her, lingering against the breadth of me as if, she's still laying here next to me; I thought loving her deeply would keep her sated, always by my side; suffice to say I realized I've been living a lie.
Too abashed by my love so, openly annihilated; I cringe within, but, I'm released of this burden as her words echo in my mind as that one facet of her showed no remorse letting go of us.