Still
Every time I see your heart,
my life gets torn apart.
Of the river that you bled,
I drank before you fled.
Now your blood within my veins
keeps repeating all your names.
The first. The now. The last.
You're still present in my chest.
Will I ever find the time
to forget that you're not mine?
Will I ever learn to cope?
Will I ever give up hope?
I'm so glad that you're still here,
even though from very far.
I still look up every night.
Dried-up tears. Continue. Fight.