Letter to the Lost Loves

You live in our hearts even in the grip of Death;
in the last breath you took, even in your creaking, cold bed.

We dream of you because death often leaves us yearning for what can no longer be had;
We dream of talking to you because death often leaves us with more to be said.

Tears are shed and portraits hung in your memory because we are afraid to forget;
People live in pain from your loss because it is us who must take your useless burden of regret.
We make up second lives and conjure excuses because of your lost tomorrow;
We pray to nobody hoping that maybe, perhaps there is someone to take our sorrow.

But mostly, we suffer knowingly because we love you and this is our way to show you even though you'll never see.