When your eyes no longer glint with life, when your lungs no longer draw breath, where will your soul be? It won't be beside me.
I will be by your side, as they lower you to the ground, putting you six feet down, when I cannot bear to form even a frown.
You have touched me deep, there was not one crevice you forgot to heat with the warmth of your soul, but where has it gone? All I feel is cold.
Why have you left, I do not know. Never will I see your smile, only a ghost. That's what I have become.
Where will you be? Surely not beside me.
