Analysis of Grief

I listened as the cold winds took away my dreams.
I pretended not to hurt, but my lips quivered and my eyes began to
water.
I started to cry.
The very breath in my lungs failed me.
As I long for the next beat to follow every beat of my heart so I long
for him.
And like an out of body experience, I heard the words come out of his
mouth.
I want to be with her, I love her.
The "her" was not me.
My eyes over flowed, as if a faucet stood open right above them.
I cried away all the belief that our life would forever be spent
together.
That we shall grow old and bear children in our love.
There our love died.
As if never born.