I die a little everyday

I die a little everyday, passing by your garden and watching the dry leaves falling apart.

I die a little every night, finding darkness engrossing every atoms of my existence.

I die a little every second, when my head searches for your lap only to find your part of the sofa empty for ever.

I die a little every moment, when the kid asks about you and I fail to answer.

I die a little every time I write a poem only to realize that you're not going to read them again.

Sweetheart, I shall thus keep on dying day by day, until I die one day and get freed from your memories for ever.