Our hearts beat in tandem,

pressed tight in a hug.

Just last week you could feel,

my skin gripping yours.

But souls are not tangible,

as im often a fool to believe.

You have left your vessel,

abandoned in the ground.

An empty husk left to stare,

yet destined to never see.

Those eyes once so full,

duller than the wood.

Honoring your just gone life,

feels wrongly premature.

When I still forget with a glance,

you’re not now next to me.

I catch glimpses of you,

echos of your voice.

Can’t rid of you so soon,

leave you so easily.

You were my past

You are my present

But you can’t be my future

And for this,

I will never forgive the world.