I’ve lost the love of my life
To his dreams.
His goals were good,
But the result is my agony.

He was a man
Who loved any challenge.
This time the challenge
Was mightier than the man.

Never again was I to see
The light of love
In the dark blue depths
Of his eyes.

Never will I see
A smile of happiness,
Joy and love,
And dreams.

Though I would see him again,
But as a broken man.
Torn of spirit,
Torn of body.

I saw now,
Only a smile of death
Upon the face I knew so well,
The lips I’d kissed so many times.

He was not in his own clothes,
But a stranger’s.
Garbed as he was
In black and tie.

His hair gelled just so
Like he never did
When alive or at a dinner party.

His face was painted
With the falseness
Of life and of sleep.

People cried and talked of him,
But always looking
Upon his dead and broken body,
Ignoring his gone soul.

I wanted to cry to them,
Don’t you see?
He is dead,
Yet you all believe he’s still here.

So I lost my love,
To the death of a man,
By his dreams,
Was he killed.