This is a poem that I'm considering putting at the end of one of my stories

Face vanished from the pictures, skin worn to be a wall.
Oh dearest, where have you gone?
Why has he taken thee from me?
What can he gain of the world as thine’s body is disposed by the vines of life
Sinking you deeper to sod of earth.
My love,
I will never forget thee. These pictures are empty; I desperately wish they were full.
Black crow of hair
Chocolate skin
Scars of lightning twist upon your face
How I miss thee.
How I wish
For the tweak of your lips
To rise in surprise
And love.
Picture, I have not burned you
Yet you are blackened with flame on your edges
I pray to you,
Bring back my love.
For all I want is
One
Last
Glimpse.