As the evening
erodes away
into night,
I am put into terror
as I hear the last
few notes of your
favorite song.

I haven't heard it in
years.
It's beautiful actually,
I've forgotten this melody,
but secretly I listened to it
by memory
for weeks on end
after you
left me.

This terror turns into
happiness as I
see you there.
I imagined this
different.
You would be
smiling and happy again.
But no, you are
six feet under the ground now.
Your breathing has ceased,
as well as your love
for me.

And I'm fine with this,
seeing that I have
enough love for the both
of us.