The Lonely City

Inspired by the picture above, "Comatose," and "Rest," both by Skillet. Critiques/comments, as always, are much appreciated. enjoy.

I put your hand
down on the bed
leave the hospital
now you're dead.

I wander the streets
numb yet in pain
how can I feel
it again and again?

My insides consumed
by heat and by cold
this grief already
feeling old.

Huddled in
a puddle of light
attempting to quell
the rising fright

Live without you?
How can I?
I would much prefer -
to die.

I'm at the bridge,
I contemplate
a way to end
my lonely fate.

I close my eyes
and breathe in deep
someone pulls
as if I'm asleep.

I see your face
my tears - flow
"Why did you
have to go?"

Our last kiss
is slow and sweet
"I don't know when
again we'll meet,

but I will try
to come back here
and visit you
every year."

He held me close,
said goodbye,
I watched him leave
and then I -

I came back,
wrote this quickly
while looking out
at the lonely city.