The stars that I called your eyes have died,

The silk that I called your hair is tattered,

The hope that I called your voice is an echo,

The love that I called your smile is now closed

The light that I called your soul is now darkness,

The fear that I called your loss is now confirmed,

The hurt that I called your pain is now gone,

But so is everything else,

The beauty that I called your face is now a memory,

A memory of something that never was,

That never could have been,

That never would have been,

But always should have been