Maybe this is how you feel right now:
I had written this piece a month back. I call it Eternity.

I rue the day that you left me,
Leaving behind ruins in your wake,
Pieces of my shattered heart,
And laughter that could only be fake;

Cause with you, you took,
My smiles, my happiness, my sanity,
My feelings, my emotions, my ability to love,
And a piece of my humanity;

Life holds no value for me now,
It is meaningless, for all I can see,
But I cannot die either,
Cause Death loathes me, won't touch me;

It seems that It too knows,
That a part of me awaits your return,
Hoping against Hope itself,
Of looking again at your hair, sweet Auburn;

Of touching your lips, fair Maiden,
And drawing you closer, Till there is none,
Of the distances seperating us now, And
Our hearts beat in Unision, Nay, they beat as One;

And maybe that day, I will stop,
Being the Beast that I am now, A Sprite,
A Being devoid of all emotions, A Ghost,
As pale and as white;

And maybe that day, You will,
Provide me again with the warmth I seek,
And maybe that day, Again,
My heart will mutter, it will speak;

And maybe that day is close now,
I know not that for certainty,
But rest assured my Love, Even if I die,
My heart will await your return, Till Eternity.

U r not alone snarph...