The Death of You.

I press my fingertips to your cheek
Your form beautiful and Right
I feel the coldness of death
Slip right into my soul
And rob me of all of my might

I could stand here and cry
Scream out to God, Why?
But I know that won't bring you back
So should I even really try?

I will pound my fists on your coffin
Not for your sake but mine
Because I can't feel anything
When I SHOULD be slowly dying

I will beat my chest in frustration
And tell this useless heart to function
Or I will tear it out of me and scream
What is the cause of this malfunction!?

As I walk away from you
I imagine your smile and cheer
You were the incarnation of love and devotion
A fact I will hold tight in my mind
As I finally give way to tears.