Visiting a dead relationship

By Natalie Cribari

My voice screams of hate,
But my heart whispers of love.
I reach for you hand,
But it’s no longer there.
I’m all alone; deserted.
My soul cries out!
Do you hear me?
I can’t move on.
I’m left here to die,
Waiting for you,
Rescue me.
Has it really ended?
I lay the flowers beside our grave
And slowly walk away.
No looking back.