When We Were Carefree And Full Of Life

I was aching for any kind of human contact.

It wasn't that long ago I was downshifting to pass another car,

She would always sit next to me in the passenger seat.

I can remember her perfume and how she loved our drives.

I pretend I can still smell her eagerness, as we drove nightly.

How can a planet be so polluted with people, but be so lonely?

My eyes weep, trying to forget the good times.

The memories fade into obscurity much too slowly.

How can one's life turn upside down without you noticing?

My tears kept my cheeks wet,

The smell of rotting flesh has always burned my eyes.

But this time was different, this time I cried for her.

Holding what was left of her hand, in mine.

Wondering how much longer I was to suffer.

I lie back next to her, and run my hand through her long thick brown hair.

Reaching across and pulling her into me, for probably our final embrace.

Ignoring the insects that crawled out of her on to me,

My guilt won't let me forget that I caused my love to suffer.

I close my wet lashes and muffle my cries into her ear,

How much longer do I have to wait until my agony dies, to join my soul?