'Loss' - Needs reviews

A short poem on a man getting over the loss of his love.

The brush of warmth,
Against eternal cold.
You pulled away from it,
Didn’t you?

A drop of soul,
From shining beads.
And a light kiss of lips,
Into empty air,
Onto a lonely love.

You must turn away now.
And do not glance back.
“Goodbye, my sweet.”

Some memories tarnish, fade,
But your heart won’t forget.
So tie it on a string,
Give it to the birds.
Let it fly, fly, fly.