You whispered in my ear that ne'er would you leave me.
But, truth be told, you died and went away before I could stand alone, or take a step, unless first you should offer a shoulder 'pon which to cry.
Then, and only then, would I be free to take that path less traveled.
Now, I tread that lonely road alone.
Your promise to love forever buoyed my spirits, kept my sinking heart afloat.
You did not lie and break a solemn oath; you simply departed this pain-filled orb and went your way to another land.
Does love reign eternal where you now reside?
Do promises, though long ago made, still hold their worth?