A story of love, I have dedicated.
Most was true, some I fabricated.
The beginning and middle is all I will share.
To scribe the ending, I could not dare.
The ending is of unspeakable torment.
It lives inside me and is never silent.
I discovered something time cannot heal.
This aching thing, that I must conceal.
Two long years, of constant aching.
All I ask is for my heart to stop breaking.
I’m no longer sure of who I am.
How could I be, without her hand?
My memory is cruel and dreams are demons.
Each passing day my sadness deepens.
I ask that you decide their fate.
I bestow upon you an empty slate.
Please be kinder, than cruel fate unbending.
Grace them with a happy ending.
Forgive this short and brief narration.
I cannot scribe a logical explanation.
