Jumalen Selan Takana

As you'll probably figure out, this is about death so it's quite dark, but hopefully at the same time, you as readers will kinda get the feeling that all's not as bad as the face value of the poem makes out.
As for the title, it means 'behind God's back' a place I'm well accustomed to unfortunately.

I miss how you used to blush when they tried to say,
‘Poetic and beautiful’
I wonder if I’ll ever see your cheeks flushed again in that way
I miss your bright green eyes, sparkling for adrenaline
As you said, ‘Let’s do that again’
Now all I see is that dull, awful pain you’ve been riddled with
Inside and out you’re crying, yet still you live

There could be no tomorrow for us
No wondrous sunrise, no welcoming sunset
What if I left you now? Would I be left to cuss?
Would I see you again? That my love, is not the safe bet
They watched you from afar, besotted, in love,
Jealous of me, would they still want my face?
Stay by you here, trapped in this cold icy place?

If they saw you now, fragile and thin
If they held you close, felt you tremble with fear
Would they adore you, the man they thought they knew?
The man up there, leading them down into sin
Could they accept you were not immortal?
I’m sobbing now, watching you go
You’re smiling at me, that boy I always knew

You’ve left me alone, with only shadows in frames
Watching us, happily from far better days
I can’t believe it, that you really have gone
It’s like you’ll be back, it won’t be that long
I’m crying now darling, wipe away my tears
Just one last time, protect me from my fears
You’re cold already, but I’m not quite done

I know you’re here for me in spirit… My love.

Oh jeez, is it that bad?

Wow. It's dark and melancholy without being typically stereotyped, and the final line completed the poem neatly; acceptance. I kept wanting to read more... which doesn't often happen.