Nightmare

7of16 of a poem series I have written in the perspective of a friend who committed suicide

We love until death do us part
the man does say then we depart.
That would have been my perfect day
the day I could etern'lly say
my love for you will immort'lly
live through time or whatever be.

But sadly it will never come
for losing it I feel undone.
I had a love right in my hand
her love for me she showed me bland
and then I questioned what fate gave
I questioned like a simple knave
and due to that we've come unbound
now has become an end to this round.

I watched her slowly walk away
at first I thought it was only play
but she never returned to my care.
When shall I wake from this nightmare?