If I spent my whole life with you,
And you died before me,
I would become
Angry, bitter, hateful,
Cursing the heavens
And the earth as well.
Forgetting all joyous memories
In the torturous present
Until my poor heart broke
And I was tortured in my solitude
No more.
We only spent a few years together
And I still mourn
For what might have been.
Sometimes life is kind
in its cruelty.
