Left with whats left in my hands

Kneeled down on the hard floor in a closed-off, quiet, sunlit-streamed-in place.

There I am. Just me now, taking up both halves of this space.

Just a while ago, we had bickered and struggled, angered and raged.

Deceived and ignored. So many tears have streamed down my face.

For this love, I gave up everything. It broke me, but I kept on giving.

Even when apart, there was nothing that could replace. He knew and I did too.

I could stare a lifetime into your eyes, and he did until we part. 

Despite the world's wisdom, and also, in spite of myself- I still loved him.

What the world doesn't see is who I have to live with now is me.

What he gave went with him. It wasn't mine to keep. Not the pain nor the heart.

The love I gave is what is left in my own two hands to hold, since death do us part.