No getting over.
In a minute. An hour. A lifetime?
Never!
Part of my essence; you became.
No other callers ever be an answer.
To emptiness.
I feel.
Without you.
It may have been: time to end.
Still.
Logic makes death.
No. Less. Painful.
Life’s cruel river. Denying love.
Breath of life.
Still… as I said last time.
I will always love you.
With shadow or doubt.
Embedded in dying breath.
You will always be.
I pray.
Happy.