She was ready to go..

Lifeless as she lay
Her skin so pale
The gleam in her eyes
Had begun to fade
She lay still
Unable to move
The pain was torturous
tearing her apart
Like a thousand needles
Pricking her heart
She was left alone yet again
Blaming herself for all the pain
The agony was deeper
The affliction more severe
Everything that held her strong
Was now falling apart
Breathing her last
With the last blow
Closed her eyes
She was ready to go....


It's not how long you have been together that matters; what matters is how beautifully you lived with someone and when they walk away leaving you they take away a part of you that never really comes back; a part of you that dies and never comes alive again....