Gone

Gripping his cold hands in mine,

the absence of current, electricity, light,

no pulse or sense of life could be distinguished,

yet my heartbeat was kept perfectly still.

The sounds of laughter rings in my ears,

a chilling sensation that brings happiness,

to one, but pierces a spear through

my bleeding organ, unraveling the truth. 

Gone, Gone, Gone, my lover is Gone.

His departure was a mystery,

but the affect has been set in stone

in my longing ever beating.

Truly only wanting love to hold,

and receiving a legacy to mourn for.