It started out when i was a kid
She seemed so far from me
Never thought we'd meet
But she knew,it was meant to be.
As youth intoxicated my senses
Life blinded me with its sheen
Nothing else,i had on my mind
Never more jealous she had been.
Hair grew grayer than the skies
Dreams shattered by noon
I thought of her,now and then
Maybe she'd come running soon.
Tonight i lie in my broken home
My bed,empty without her
I seek her with every breath
She never takes them away
I wait for her final embrace
Death,my Bride-to-be.
Prompt 284: Farewell
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