Poetry

True love never dies,
yet my heart is mourning.
Is it because your eyes
fail to light up when you see me
or perhaps that your smile
has disappeared when you talk to me?
Our kisses have become tepid
and you no longer touch my face.
I sometimes feel as if I am standing
outside the intensive care unit
of our relationship,
watching the rhythm of its heartbeat
becoming slower and slower.
True love never dies,
and yet I am crying.