She sat on the icy cold, stone steps.
She was numb and lost like a ghost with no purpose.
Dead inside and shattered out.
Visitors walked by, looking right through her
As the crystals dropped from her eyes
Fragmenting her view of the stone steps
Gray in color and her, in emotion.
She was alone in the city,
The country, the world.
He used to be with her, holding her, loving her
Used to make her world bright
And he was right inside.
but she didn't feel him.
She couldn't see him.
But he was right there,
before all these strangers eyes.
She couldn't bring herself to go inside
the chapel.
Where her love laid and her spirit died.
She started to ascend to the door and all she could
Feel was a fire, slowly leaving her soul,
Slowly leaving her lips.
she was fluttering out,
Smoked from the inside out,
Ignited and tortured
Burned and suffering
Just like he was a few days before.
How was it just a few days ago their love soared,
it burst with passion and filled the room.
Today it withered and died.
Today it started to extinguish.
If only she was there, if only she could have saved him.
And somehow, her fire stayed red hot in the coals.
It may not burst, it may not ignite but it stayed.
Keeping her burning hot but cool to the touch.
She loved him even at his resting place.
A resting place inside a chapel,
In a shimmering urn, where peace looks calm
But he was burned up and ashed out.
No more smiles, no more memories to be made.
He laid there and she felt like death.
She felt nothing.
Empty, alone and forgotten.
Because even though he rested, even though he died
"Love has no ending, just a resting place"
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