Witho*t Poem by Estelle Pigot

without you everything is obsolete.
to pass each day becomes a monstrous feat
the colours fade from indigo to grey, gold to wheat
each step is uphill, against wind and sleet
how the people grate, how their voices bleat.

without you everything is offbeat.
i strain to contain it, to play downbeat
when i yearn to nurse this heartache in cloistered retreat
though face it, i do, with the people i greet
friends who will never know you. we kept discreet.

without you everything is incomplete.
to return to the silence, the cold concrete
of an unanswered message that fell dead at your feet
now I'll never find you, now we'll never meet
the never-again roars in me. a bitter defeat.

how have you moved on, my sweet?
was it really as easy as
ctrl + alt + delete
?