When you die, I will die with you. Like a candle, my flame will go out. I will have nothing to live for. The light will fade away with the evening sky. Like a stopwatch, my heart will cease ticking. Like a cloud, I will blow away. My throat will dry up, and no words will be spoken. My ears will go deaf, and all voices will go mute. My eyes will go blind, and I will see you no more. My fingers will curl, and your touch will be out of reach. When you die, I will go with you. Staying here will be unbearable. I've heard it said a broken heart can kill. If blood were but water, I might sprout once again.