A short poem
Imported from SF2 with no description.
I have not experienced this specifically but, something like it, a less dire version of such a thing. I was on the verge, an edge of no return, I wrote this solely to help, because I have been in the same place as both characters in this piece.
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A single breath, filled with five words
a life like no other to live in his hold
my life is his and his is mine
if only we had the time
to tell each other what it really meant
before the night when he was dead
It was a cold night
we said our goodbyes sitting at a kneel,
he spoke in a soft voice "Don't live in my spite"
I left that night wondering what he had meant
"spite?" I asked, "for how does that feel?"
"I know no thing that can cause me to feel"
_"In such a way against my breath, my breath of life, who I love best" _
The dead of night the deed was done, my lover was gone his heart turned cold
when I visit him, I scream aloud, breaking into tears I see it now
"he wanted me to forgive him, he believed it was him, no it was me, my actions, my strife"
My time was spent grieving and crying, believing I had done wrong
the blame was not really mine but on everyone
but I cried, I tried to follow his song
I was stopped, by a smiling face, who taught me to live for him, live in him.
My life continued at a steady pace, but I never forgot his pain and wondered, why.
The lesson to take away you ask? Death causes pain; leaves mysteries that will never be solved, I hope anyone hurting out there with the pains of the boyfriend or the main character may be helped by this.