What Life is Worth

He cries a hollow weep
As she lies there in an eternal sleep.
My fault. My fault. His mind accused.
It should have been me his thoughts amused.
He lay his head on her lifeless heart
as he began to fall apart.
It was all a blur. Something he had dreamed.
But that was just how it seemed.
The car had hit them. Just a flash.
They had flipped from the crash.
He pulled her out. Her hear was slowing.
But his love, as always, was still glowing.
Her eyes flickered as she whispered his name.
Then the light had slowly came.
The god of death took her life.
His heart was stabbed with a knife.
He was dead inside. Nothing was there.
This now worthless life was too much to bare.
The note he wrote was unledgable.
Blood and tear stained, but unforgettable.
The evidence was strewn across the wall.
Just before his fatal fall.
For eternity will his heart be satisfied
to live with her forever is why he died.
Although his heart stopped beating
and his mortal body continued bleeding
She held his hand and smiled wide.
Bound together their souls were tied.
she pulled him in and then hey kissed.
One truth known, their love will be never missed.