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.