You will lose your one true love,
And it would be so painful that you truly understand how death is so peaceful.
You would know that void is nothing more than
A wishful state
As hollow swallows you
While agony permeate the once empty space.
Decomposing quietly under the fine-grained slate.
That spell melodiously you indelible name were carved with delicacy.
Simply the delightful silence of an aging pine tree;
The one which charmingly witnessed our memorable first treat.
Compels me to fill the empty space you left with my flimsy breath.
Somehow if you
Find me in that graveyard we know near which Cohen was laid carefully.