Nothing To Beat For

Tears stream down my cheeks
tears of a deep blood red
for these tears are created by my heart
my heart which is still broken
the wound is no more healed
than it was two months ago
when it was first shattered to pieces
it might be broken and shattered
but still it lives
lives and longs
for his presence upon this earth
my heart is still tied to his
by an invisible line
and with his last breath
and the stillness of his heart
mine would exist no more
for without him
my heart has nothing to beat for