Death. So cruel. So final.

Someone so full of life tragically stole from me,

Now nothing more than memories and ash.

Why him? Why not me? Why not you?

The universe has savage ways of playing out our pre planned journeys,

For certain I no longer want the life I have been given.

I wish I could stop the agonising pain,

The all-consuming grief of losing the one.

I know I cannot. I must stay. I must live.

But how can I live a half-life?

My soul. My heart. My everything.

Half of me died along with you when you took your last breath.

Now existing in my half-life,

All of my love for you still inside dying to get out.

Instead, grief is the cruel holder of my last love, suffocating me until my last breath.