photographs,
the scent you leave, and the things you had.
all stand like statues in a tomb,
a monument to the world without you.

i'll hold back tears,
the tidal wave of hopeless fear,
as I listen to your favorite songs,
as I sing to myself that you are not gone.

though we all face a bitter, bitter end,
this love will never know or find it,
as I,
will keep you alive, in my mind.

So burn, burn, burn, the bridges,
back to sanity, and embrace this fiction,
I'll close my eyes,
and promise myself i won't let you die.