This needs to End

Bones are filled with crackling emotion
suffocating lungs, as if the air isn't enough,
I foresee the ending to this poem I have been
writing for over a year-

my fingers cant bare to type her ending
as she slips away from me,
I see her flying beyond the moon
and I cant hear her song.

Gutted pain fills my heart
I cant bare to let her go;
or write her final poem.