Lie in bed, clutching your frozen fingers,

The past, the fear, the chill; it lingers.

I look at your glassy eyes staring through me.

You have become so blind you can hardly see

I still need you, but you have already gone.

I still need you, but I am all alone.

You do not notice, though, with your eyes closed,

Your love is like that of a wilting rose:

Beautiful at first, but slowly dying.

Remembering the start; I remember flying.

But now I am falling through nothingness.

Without your love, my life is meaningless.

Unable to see your smile nevermore,

I am destined to walk in circles, forevermore.