Poems from beyond the grave...

Longing

I sobbed softly, all alone in the dark rooms. She swept my sea green hair away from my eyes, I looked up to see a fading image of the one I love. Only a memory, soon to grow cold and to fade. A memory that will leave me alone, like I was before I gave her my already shattered heart. She had to leave the asylum. She walked away with my shredded mind, my shattered heart, and a piece of my soul. I only became a more broken person. The pain from loneliness and a broken heart forever plagues my memory and stains my soul.

(Second part)
When I received her email not only did I light up but I glowed. For the first time in over 300 years I smiled and giggled as I read her message. Oh my dear won't you return to me?