If Losses Could Speak, This One Would Scream into My Ear

She's gone, and I'm here.

In my sorrow I now walk.

From this pain grows fear.

Emotions rage like a storm.

She was beautiful.

Why didn't she believe it?

She felt pitiful.

So she looked down the barrel.

Uncertainty grows.

And time just seems to stand still.

Eternity slows.

And I am left so broken.