XIII goodbyes

My love, I cannot seem to form a thought.
I have forgotten how to breathe as well.
It seems (my love) that now, my love you're not,
How to survive un-breathing I can't tell.
Since voluntarily you leave me now,
Involuntary functions are confused
As to the ways of God and Nature, how
Can what was basic law now be refused?
I feel that heart and ears are waiting for
Your tongue to tell my tongue what it should do,
And what function my lips now have, I'm sure
They once did something naught to do with you.
   My skin, still does the work for which it's meant,
   This is the last time it will hold your scent.