The Lost Soul

Hello, I am a Lost Soul.
Can you help me?
I am looking for my love.
We were separated in the thick fog late one night.
I searched and searched for him...
Every tree, bush, beyond in the breeze.
Hours had gone by and still no sign.
"Love!" I cry as I feel I am about to die.
I started to run.
I ran for long, painful hours.
Then I found him in the rose flowers.
I touch him to see if he is breathing.
Once I did, my heart was reaping.
The man I love, gone, taken from me.
And oh, so suddenly!
"Why must this happen to me?!" I scream.
As I fall to my knees, my heart continues to bleed.
I lay beside his lifeless body...
I've found the body but not the soul.
Can you tell me where to go?
How did this happen? Why didn't I know?
Shot, slashed, and beaten in, not long ago, the cemetery...in February.
He looked so frail...
"Who did this?! Why did they bail!?"
I lay with him for minutes to hours and even fixed up some flowers.
Too weak to go on I grabbed the metal object next to him, the gun.
"If he goes, I go too!" And just like that my life was through.
Now you know my story of the fright
That took place on that oh so deadly night.
Hello, I am a Lost Soul.
Do you know where I should go?

-BY EMMA