Room 543

As cold as the room was and is,
In the shadows that cast their gloom upon me,
And the tears that slowly and painful trickle down my cheek,
I want to be released from this Hell that I am in,
I want to know why she was taken and not I,
Why I am forced to walk the path of sadness,
And why there can be no peace for my soul,
I am desperate to see what you have,
And know that you didn't leave me,
I am hurt to think that there is no lie,
And I am hurt to think that you don't care,
I know that you do and in that I cherish you still,
And your memory shall live,
Even if your hands are cold and eyes shut tight