Bittersweet My Charles

Charles, my love, why do you cry? Charles, my love, why must you lie? I stood before you as tears streamed down your face, as now I remember what started this in the first place. As the winter winds hit my face, I remember how I held you dear, and now, once again, I wish you where here. It's been so long, now your face is hard to remember, but I can still see the way you cried last December.

Charles, my love, why did you cry?

And for the sake of our love,

why did you die?

                                                                          ps- this is my first ever poem so I hope you guys like it!                                                                                            (lowkey sobbed while writing this its kinda personal)