Don't Worry About Me
"I can't believe it."
He collapsed pathetically
against the wall.
"She's gone."
He shut his eyes tightly.
"She was so damn strong.
Yet she's dead."
A single tear hit the floor.
Sitting alone outside her door,
He wept.
Inside was his beloved,
Looking like a sleeping angel.
He wept and sobbed for her.
She was taken too soon.
It wasn't her time.
She was too young.
How could Nyx let her die?
She was good, kind,
Pure of spirit.
An angel incarnate.
She was the bright light
in this dark pit of life.
Now she's gone.
Now he's lost.
She was his love,
His life.
The one he trusted most.
The only one he trusted.
She was there for him,
Through thick and thin.
She was the shoulder he leaned on,
His savior.
Yet he couldn't save her.
He was powerless, useless,
could only stand by,
And watch her die.
But her last words
keep echoing through his head.
Words of reassurance.
Words of peace.
"I'm going to a good place."
She whispered.
Grasping his hand,
Using her last ounce of strength.
He held back hot tears,
As she looked at him
with big, soulful eyes.
It broke his heart.
"Please, don't worry about me."
Were her last words.
Then her hand went limp in his.
She was gone.
How he cherished
those last moments,
Those last words,
Her.
How he misses her so!
How he wishes
she was still here!
But he knows she's in a good place.
Though he's still here.
Now he's just an empty man.
Soulless,
Heartbroken.
Because,
When she died,
A part of his heart, his soul,
Died with her.