Boredom Release 2

I just held her hand.  One minute, then, she's holding another.  She whispers "I love you" to my ear.  She also whispers to another.  I lean on her shoulder seeking for comfort.  Somebody else gets the hug.  She is who I await.  But she's with another.  Death is who I'm with.  While she is caressing her.  Every moment she's gone to her, kills every second of my existence.