“When” ( a dose of melancholia)

When
I am just a memory
a factor, I must try
to contemplate
above all else
for who knows
when, I will die

and that one of my poems
is designated to be
read at the death of you my darling
I cry incessantly
by such a daunting prospect
such a tragic day
one as beautiful as you
should never pass away

the very thought of leaving you
and my eyes are full of tears
to think a time will come, and soon
fills me with such fears
that I may never see your face
I cannot consider this
to me you are the world itself
I just feel so remiss

that it should ever cross my mind
that at some time you may die
when I’m already lying in the sod
my eternal sigh
that’s why whilst life is in us
such love must garnered be
for there has never been such
love before
dear darling C