Two hours each weekend through the rain,
A forbidden ritual soaked in pain;
I thought your warmth would learn to stay,
It took a moment to slip away.
I came to you in fevered breath,
Dragging my bones through ache and death;
I gave you all I had to give,
My time, my sky, a place to live.
Where did I falter, where did I fall?
Or was I nothing to you at all?
You left without a reason why;
Now I inhale, but never sigh.
One day, perhaps, you’ll turn and find
The ghost you buried out of time;
But I am colder than before...
A hollow heart that beats no more.