The day she fades away...

I can feel her life slipping away,
each breath vaporising into a mist of memories.

I can hear her heart beats decreasing, the rhythm, a story of her life coming to its last pages.
 
I fear her last days, the emptiness darkens my spirit, loneliness builds its iron walls inside of me, my soul a desolated conspiracy theory.

 When she leaves this earth half of me leaves with her, life will be barren, days a wasted painted portrait of blacks and greys.

Food will no longer have its flavour and laughter will be the falling of tears. Days will feel like weeks as the emptiness consumes into ashes flooding my insides with debris.

As she ages, my fear of losing her increases, the deadline approaches, the ending chapters are no longer worth it.