There are two people —
       the Lover and the Beloved.

       The Beloved is rare,
    a soul that loves without demand.

      The Lover? They take it all.

    They use the Beloved endlessly,
   then toss them aside like nothing.

    Wasted. Forgotten. Replaced.

The death is a trespasser who is uninvited,
He damages all the bonds once united.
He took away all the joy and light,
And left behind sorrow that haunts the night.

A torture that leads to forever emptiness,
An endless pain, a heavy stillness.
He is dangerous , cold and sly,
He took you somewhere beyond the sky.

I lost my loved one… where should I go?
To find the face I used to know.
He took you to a place no one has seen,
A land where no soul has ever been.

                                                        ~winegl­***