My love, should it not hurt so much
Then love would be gone.  I can not
Bear to lose your light, eyes, smile, touch,
Tears, and yet they go.  Lost.  The thought
Burns within me, I turn to ash.
And thus it is, I know.  The pain
Is dear to me, is loved.  The crash
Within my heart, my soul, my brain
Is real, and comes from love.  Though I
So long to travel where we trod,
Those paths will not return.  I die
Each moment with you, each alone.
Death cannot heal where love is flown.