And then there was nothing

Did you not once say you loved me, with a love that would never end?
Or I’d heard you wrong, it was only a dream I couldn’t extend?
Did love really burn within us and nearly had us consumed;
or was it just pure fancy that time would have impugned?

What did we do back then, when we couldn’t bear to be apart,
when we couldn’t tell which murmur was the fluttering of our own heart?
Didn’t our thoughts entwine unbidden, hadn’t we boasted such insights
into the other, every moment of the day and of the night?

Did you promise me forever just because it felt so good
for two broken lives re-emerging, having been lost within the woods?
Was it just going through the motions that your heart was not a stone,
a short lived half devotion, so you wouldn’t feel alone?

My days are now so wordless, the only voice I hear my own;
I wonder if you’re as speechless, bewildered and forlorn?
For once our time was golden, when love was all we’d see;
I lived just for you only, and your thoughts were only for me.

And now there is just nothing, no purpose and no song;
I fumble and fail and falter, you've gone and it all feels wrong.
What reason could I cling to that my life has such a worth
so I wouldn’t step off this planet, curse that day of my own birth?