If death had taken place, just as quickly as you did in my heart, although, I hope not as brutally,

My heart would stop.

I would freeze,

My sobs turning animalistic,

Any attempt of hiding shattering like the heart you held.

MY heart you held.

My HEART you held.

My heart YOU held.

My heart you HELD.

In all emphasis of every word and possible meaning in that sentence.

Out of place, out of it, out of loop.

Out. Finished. Done.

No longer yearning, no longer thinking, no longer feeling.

This is how my life without you would be like.

And it’d be quite short.

Very, very quite short, I assure you.