Sitting crying over tonight,
This is the last night.
The last good night,
The last good morning,
The last I love you
The last kiss
The last touch
The last syllable
The last sight
The last of us.
I’m laid in your arms,
My heart ripping,
Tearing into your arms.
Calling out,
“Go be great,”
Knowing I’d be looking around.
But just a memory will be all I have.
Pouring the remembrance
Of our love into your lap.
Begging you to understand that,
I still love you,
But I know you aren’t mine.
Words tearing up the soil inside,
As I scream out mentally for my God,
“Your will be done, not mine.”
I have a jealous God,
And you were my Golden calf,
So Game Over,
Order must be restored.
Having a ceremony for grief,
As you delete my profile,
From your Xbox,
Like a Viking Funeral,
For what we could have been.