It was so tragic, I became a poet.
You were so beautiful, you became my poetry.
But then, even when time passed,
I kept hoping in my foolish heart.
Maybe if I wrap you up in enough words,
I'd be able to bury you in me. 

Hmm...
Maybe, maybe someday. 
Maybe someday I would be able to trap you
inside the architecture of my sentences
so I could carry you forever in my being—
even if it meant me dying.