Dante's Inferno

The thought of losing you is more than tears, more than fear

It’s the storm inside my chest, the loss of gravity as all caves inward

It is more than wishful thinking and dreams left unspoken

It is the fall of decaying petals and desperation at their wilt

The thought of my world existing without your laugh, your smile

The colour of your eyes igniting the darkest of all my days

A cruelty to not know your favourite color anymore, or song

To feel the gentle of your hand or the lift in your voice

Would I miss the nights memorizing the lullaby of your breathing

Or the days where haven is only found in your arms the most?

To comprehend a life without the sight of your snow kissed cheeks

Shaking the rain from the curls in your hair that I have grown to love

What a hardship it would be to never hear you speak my name

With all the reverence and longing reserved for a queen

“I wish you could stay”