Dreams, that live and die

yes,
you will someday
perhaps know
how I tried my best
to keep you alive
to feed myself,
to feed my soul,
when you
just had to go;

you've left me
today
with fruits
of things sown
with joy, and
a withering form
with its sap sucked,
roots dying -
everything
that's a part
of me and you,

and I hold a tear
in the crook of my eyes,
as I watch you die
into a dream
whose time has come,
not to live,
but die.