A Love Thing

Numbness taking over.
Pain comes back when I'm sober.
Oh just to hold her.
Kept me warm when I couldn't have been colder.
It was hard to believe we would ever grow older.
I was never bolder.
Wish I would have told her.
Then it was over.
She listened to nothing I told her.
How could I have been bolder?
I'm not going to get older.
This void inside is getting colder.
I wish I could just, again, hold her.
It's harder than ever, now, to stay sober.
My life is over.