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.
