It’s something everybody faces,
leaving a scar that never erases.
It’s a disease you cannot heal,
a painful, hard ordeal.
We all see it coming,
never a point in running.
Life catches up to us,
so don’t be in a rush.
We’ve all lost in the past,
only to feel that sharp contrast.
What does it feel like when you’re the one,
losing a friend, grandpa, mother, or son?
A heartache that can’t be defined,
harsher than a Valentine you can no longer call “mine.”
All that is known is “Till death do us part,”
while the rest lies deeply within our hearts.