I look upon your dying face,

And see our past flash before your eyes.

I know you will be in a better place,

But does that mean I cannot cry?

Is our future now the past?

Is it how it's meant to be?

You promised me you would last.

You said you would return to me.

I now know that promises are meant to be broken,

And you have left me for the above.

But you have left me helpless and without a token—

A token of our love.