A weight pushes down on my soul as you fade into the crowd.  The thought of never seeing you again hangs like a storm cloud over my head.  Knowing that it is my fault you are leaving is like a knife to the heart. What is so wrong with me that I had to destroy the only good thing in my life.  Never feeling your touch, your breath on my face as you whisper into my ear, never seeing your smile brighten the room, a cold descends upon my heart just thinking about what I have lost.  No, not what i lost, what I pushed away, forced out of my life due to fear.  What I caused is a fate worse than death, it is a life without love.  A life without feeling.