Waiting for this Death

I do not feel you anymore.

Your thoughts are as distant

As the strange, eccentric shafts

Of moonlight.  

Your touch no longer

Animates my soul

But rather, seems foreign

And fragile; lackluster incantations.  

I wait for you in an empty room

With empty expectations.  

I wait for you

With a death bell clutched between my fingers

Furtively waiting

To ring in the death

Of this affair.