Aching Lost Poem by Timothy Long

I lost him in this less than significant world we call home, his final words to me were good luck as he slipped from my fingertips, as I grasped in a thundering cry for my friend who died, when all went quiet I searched for him as he fell in darkness from the cliff in a dead smile, now I'm left alone with this aching, aching for something, something I don't understand, now that he's gone love is filled with pity, I have many pain filled nights while not being fair, watching all smile at me, and yet me dying inside, so as if empathy was used because no one cared, the one person that did is now gone forever, know it well for I'm a pained human, while others are happy, every night I ask myself why did he jump? why didn't I? he left me all alone with this aching that's my own, from my sad thought and abused past, I have nowhere to go now, I'm all alone and don't know what to do, now that's my aching lost