He never left her side, made her his only mission,
Woke up next to her,
Every morning with determination…
Their lives, perfectly entwined,
Her happiness always made him smile…
Her hopeless demands,
The never-ending fights…
He happily gave in; she completely defined his life.
This love became habit,
Habit that eventually turned into compulsion.
Rather than living with her, he started to live for her,
A million calls in the day,
And constantly checking on her at night,
This became such an integral part of his life.
But love doesn’t continue forever,
People leave, she was summoned early.
As he sat next to the deceased figure,
He still expected her to smile,
Life isn’t always decent, and habits take a long time to fade…
the phone calls will now be unrequited,
& her side of the bed will be empty, always…
He doesn’t know how to act anymore,
He doesn’t know how to survive anymore…
Leaving home is a task and coming back doesn’t feel right…
Times like these remind us,
Love, no matter how strong will always be inconsequential against time!