A Piece of poetry

Can't admit

I found your hair on my pillow.
It lay neatly against my face.
I miss you so much, dear.
Without you, my life is absolute hell.

We often argued and quarreled.
We parted and made up.
But our relationship only grew stronger.
And, after all, it fell apart.

I woke up alone again,
And I saw your hair next to me.
I guess I'm not okay today,
I still can't admit,
Can't admit you're dead.