Beyond Experience

Remembering yesterday when we were together, holding hands, beginning our love, gently, tenderly. Years barely passed when we were separated by death's grip on your life, sentencing us to love beyond our experience. Now there's just an emptiness where you should've been through our middle age and senior years. Crying crystal tears of love forever doesn't make up or touch your heart with mine. Yet, I exist without your touch on mine, hearts severed with no realization of what or why it has happened to the two of us. Silently, we exist in separate worlds, nothing to hold onto. Breathing our moments in whispers to each other, not knowing if you can even hear my voice.