Lost in Death

With these memories
A gentle kiss, a brisk movement,
A passionate love
All dead.
Closer and closer
To the edge
So many times
Pulled back
Now it lingers
Like a forgetten truth
With a raging sea
Gone out,
Far into the distance
No hope of re-truning.
To storng to cry
To hurt to breathe
Our life gone
So much trust
Only to be broken
In the end
What a fool
That sits here.
Hand and heart given
Both taken
Nethier re-truned.
Death, so very cold.
Love was after all
Just a word.