Last-Caress

Lie upon the floor, freezing marble at my cheek Thoughts of you, and my lips unable to speak My heart stopped beating, my body now still Now process of thought or movement by will Ice upon my corpse, for that’s what I’ve become So many thing that I have yet to have done A process in my heart, you put there now extinguished The light in my eyes, now hollow and made bleak I promise never to love again, to be humbled once more Never to believe, my soul too sore. That’s all that lives on, a tiny flicker in me And unfortunately it’s almost done, too late to see What may have happened, had you loved me.