it was a blurry saturday night,
the sky cleared from the thick clouds,
bodies were swaying and
music was playing,
but all i felt was emptiness
and all i heard was silence.

and on that tipsy saturday night
while the wind was blowing in my face,
i thought of you, here-
next to me, holding my hand,
trying to hide that broad smile
on your glowing face.

the one thing i learned that chilly night,
was that no one will ever love you
the way i loved you, and how
i loved everything about you,
no matter your flaws and imperfections.

you will
certainly be
the ultimate,
paining death
of me.