The Death of Love

Love has died
And now we mourn, forevermore.
We bury those wonderful years,
those wonderful memories,
6 feet under in our hearts,
our souls,
our minds.

And now...What's left?
Shit, misery, pain?
Perhaps a vain desire,
a sin.
Maybe. But also...
something far better than we've ever imagined.
Something beautiful and precious,
Still alive.