The pulse once strong now beats so frail,
Beneath the chest, a hollow tale.
Where laughter lived, the silence stays,
A weight descends and clouds all days.

The eyes that sought a guiding flame,
Now find the void, no warmth to claim.
Each breath a shard, each beat a thief,
That drags the soul through endless grief.

The world moves on, yet joy has fled,
The sky turns grey, the heart feels dead.
The mind recalls the vanished one,
And shivers deep where tears have run.

No dawn revives, no cure can heal,
The chest surrenders to the seal.
A body waits for final breath,
Where love’s departure marks its death.

* kokoro ore = Japanese for "broken heart"