The love of my life
Is no more
I cannot see
Hear
Or touch
My angel
She has moved on
I have not
I remain
Left behind
Picking up the pieces
Finding a way out
Of the deep, dark forest
Of grief
Our spring and summer
Of living
Loving
And laughing
Is but a memory now
Autumn has consumed
My heart
Fallen...
From the tree of happiness
Only to land
On the forest floor of gloom
Like the decaying leaf
A part of my heart
Will perish
But its remnants
Will nourish me
As hope
Springs eternal
