I loved her as I loved myself I loved her like she was my next breath and my last heart beat
I watched her as if she would disappear in an instant like a shooting star running across the sky
And she said she felt the same, we said our vows and mended our souls together sewing them into one
The future was bright and her hand I held too tight but who could stay content when you spent your whole life with empty sweaty awkward palms stunned by the butterflies swarming in your stomach
But lately I feel that the left side of the bed is cold, and that the soul that mine used to hold is gone, like the warmth of a fire slowly dying
What happened to her, when did her smile fade because it was just yesterday that she said she loved me it was only a moment ago when she was lying next to me
But now she's gone and I find it hard to breathe I find that I'm missing pieces that must have gotten torn off when she walked out the door
I chase and I search because i said I would always love her, and in the night I wait by her resting place
Because I believe that she's missing pieces of herself just like I am and that when she begins looking
she will find them in me and I will blow gently on the coals of our dying fire
