After spending some time with her, these were the words that came into my mind:
Did our love wither so fast, in your mind,
That we can no longer be even friends?
You used the word, "forever"...
Is this (so quickly) when forever ends?
The light of our love lit my pathways,
Its warmth comforted my life.
Today, I look at its ashes:
When I'm not loved, I'm no longer your wife.
Whatever the law says, our ties
Were forged at first, from the heart.
The law may keep us together...
But without love...we are apart.
How, I wonder, did love die,
That once burnt so brightly in you?
Why, when I continue to feel its glow,
Can you not feel it, too?
Preparing to live without love
Is the most difficult thing I've had to do.
Instead of the fire of your love,
I have cold ashes...memories of you.