I die a thousand deaths

I die a thousand deaths.

Each time I am reminded of our beautiful love.
Your radiant smile.
I die a thousand deaths.
Each one, more painful than the last.

Each time I stare at your handsome face.
I feel your warm caress.
Your zest for life.
Your charm.

I wonder if this year we will say goodbye.
We are older.
The tension mounts.
It might be me who goes first. It might be you. Who knows?

What then?
Will you die a thousand deaths when you think of me?
Will you too feel the pain?
Will you?