The birds have stopped singing.
And the sun has gone missing.
Life is bland, there is no more colour.
My words are tasteless;
they have no more flavour.
The children are no longer giggling.
The wind is no longer whispering.
The parks look empty.
My cold hands feel lonely.
The future holds no more promises.
My spirit no longer rejoices.
I no longer look forward to tomorrow.
All I touch now turns to sorrow.
What's a soul without its mate?
What's a love story without its fate?
I walk but I am not moving.
My heart has stopped beating.