Fear,

Sounding alarm,

Headlights and deer,

Suffocating, I can’t calm.

I feel myself falling,

In a panic I am consumed,

And heard by anyone I am calling

Due to the prospect of a gashing wound.

But heard I am not for an overwhelming void,

Silencing my anxiety toward the impending loss of my love,

Yet whilst drowning I must stand strong, before hope is destroyed,

As though the weight builds, I know she will watch from above.

But as I sit by her side, hand in hand, frail and weak,

She smiles her angelic smile and calms me with her voice and speaks out,

“My sweetest lover, my darlingest soulmate, you will live a happy life every beautiful week,

And though I‘ll be gone, I’ll always be in your heart - this you will never doubt.”