An Ode to J

I am a pathetic figure. A single figure in a dark room. The light around me is softly fading. It dies like your love for me. Fading, fading, feeding on my oxygen. My heart is disfigured. My thoughts are pain. The words I write are tears from my pen. Why? Weren’t we happy? Weren’t we perfect? You left me all alone. I drown in my tears and die. My soul is torn, my eyes are closed. Not even that can shut out the pain. I pray, I wish, I dream: Leave my thoughts. Rid me of the memories. I die because of them. You loved me. I loved you. Now it feels like air without oxygen. Nothing… How could you?