What happens when the heart just stops?

Framed by the light
His face in your space
The air between, empty.
The look in his eyes
The look
The look in yours
How do you know if it is real?
It looks real
I can't tell
I don't know
You are supposed to know
Right?
Has it just stopped?
Can I start it again?
A kicking?
A shock?
Does somebody need to die
Before I feel this again?
Then that's how it ends
Truly ends
How do I sort this?
There's something wrong
I'm thinking
I'm wanting
But do I think about what I want?
Do I want all the wrong things?
Are the right things there
I just don't want them?
Is it all
Forever
And
Ever
Gone?