Sweet Death

I grip my heart as if I'm holding on to his life. Tears have appeared on my cheeks and I wish to see him one more time before he is gone. I wipe my tears and hope that he is okay . For if i lost him I'd never have a pleasant dream. My heart has sank to my feet. I drop to the wall and pray that he still lives. He may be miles away but I can still the pain with each cut he gives. I feel so alone for I know his blood will show up as a nightmare in my dreams for nights to come. The last words we share sound like a melody in my head until he's slipped away.