I regret to tell you that she is no more

 And if you feel the pain too

Remember,

Life was never meant to be taken away

from her;

Life is the moment we shared.

The daylights I felt waking up by her side.

It was about the myths we believed. 

About each other- 

We cared.

And for all the while that I knew-

I loved her- I'd say,

She's in the air, in the autumn dust

And her imaginary poets' lair.

Her life is in my fingertips,

from which I traced her skin.

She is still there.

Maybe not with me, but in the rose, here.

And even now, I feel the pain.

I love her, I'll not let that vain.

Even though I miss her terribly.

I have to let go.

" I regret to tell you that she is no more."