Lover’s Lament

In the dark of night he lost his fight and took his final breath.
He closed his eyes and gently smiled and gladly welcomed death.
The one he left was so bereft and couldn’t bear the sorrow.
Of losing one she loved so dear to a place she could not follow.
She slowly withdrew from the people she knew and became a fragile shell.
For every day without him was a living, wretched hell.
Her shattered heart soon fell apart and crumbled into dust.
Her blood stopped pumping through tender veins and slowly turned to rust.
She fell to sleep, a slumber so deep that she could not be woken.
And when she died, her family cried for a girl, once whole, made broken.