Your Last, My First

The last day of your treasured life, was my first of endless tears;

I’ve been crying since that saddest one, it’s been almost two full years!

I try to heal and mend my heart, but it’s break will never end;

It pines for what there should have been, the more time we needed spend!

I think about that fateful morn, when you walked right by my side;

But by ten p.m. you sailed away, my Angels body died!

I had no idea how ill you were, I thought with medicine and rest;

You’d feel better when the morning came, with my prayers and my behests!

But Fate had different plans for us, and stole you right away;

On that Monday night I’ll ne’er forget, the most horrible of days!

At your shrine I weep incessant sobs, I touch your ashes in their box;

I say mantras for your blessed soul, then cry around the clock!

My soul is like my broken heart, all curing it has denied;

For in it lies a darkened hole, where once yours did reside!

The last day of your treasured life, was my first of endless tears;

And if I was Methuselah, I’d cry one thousand years!