Lying in the bed where we loved,
Where respect and appreciation were grown,
And our friendship was improved
Is the greatest torture ever known.

How many decades did we spend
Ill-clad and holding each other tight
Before there came this lonely end?
I miss you so much tonight.

If only I could hold you close,
Your head on my chest, hand in hair,
And hear you slumber in repose,
Then I could heal my heart’s great tear!

You became so much a part of me;
I learned to depend and trust in you.
Waking up, you were still and musky,
While passionate the whole night through.

I watch the ghosts of lovers past
Enjoy what has been taken from me.
I tell them, wishing that it could last,
To enjoy such vibrant intimacy.

Wrinkled skin that once was soft
Whispers across my heartbroken skin,
And no matter whatever the cost,
I’d long to tell you “I love you,” again.

You died today, though months before.
Your side is as cold as it was then
The morning when you woke no more
And my misery did begin.

Without you, I feel so hollow;
You taught me to live and be a man,
And I pray that quickly I can follow,
No longer knowing who I am.

To relive our years is my wish,
And I’d love you even more than before,
Now I know how much I miss your kiss,
Your company, your words, and so much more.

Each night I die without you,
And I awake each morn in hell,
The only thought that gets me through
Is that I might follow you soon, as well.