His Poem, My Heart..

My heart was ripped out when I moved afar.
He is now no longer the strength, the tar.
Despite once the glue holding me together,
Now on my own, forever and ever.

Soon, I read his words in the poem, line for line.
While the breath was moving upon my spine.
Those simple words had taken my despair away.
I miss him so much, yet Im led unwillingly astray.

All was gone, except my hope and love.
He was my gift, as perfect as a dove.
*Now, my torment, teaser, and distant lover,
Sometimes you come at night, over my bed you hover.

I often wake up and see you above me.
Smiling for you so gently and happily.
Id pull you close and hold you so tight,
Then Id wake up alone and myself I would fight.*

I wish my fate began and ended with his,
Sealed together with a simple kiss,
In not only this life but in the others as well.
Yet still, once more, only time will tell.

I reread his poem, over and over again.
And each time yet still, our hearts didnt win.
My heart had stopped and my breath was lost.
I gained more love yet my hearts the cost.