A Wilting Rose

When I look at you I feel not what I felt before

My love for you has turned from flame to extinguishing embers

It has been cooling but is still hot at the core

Sometimes I look back and remember

I loved you as the fish love the ocean

Although I was but a shy chump

and waited to take motion

And I tell myself this lie almost daily

I miss you

but for how long will I?

I wish there was just something plausible I could do beside

my final solution of suicide

Because as I would miss the life I have been given

Death would be better than catching glimpses of you during the day

Living without you just isn't good living

I just wish I could go back to the 8th of may