Broken Poem by empty shell

Without you all room is roomy
Space is so unbearably cold
The comfort you gave me waning
The sheets have all slipped to the floor

My hand weaves into your fabric
Tucking flowers under my chin
Tightly holding to the edge of hope
Patched quilt memories forming a pane

As the sun beckons through the window
Winters breeze comes strong and fast
Your voice blankets the air around me
Stirs warm the cold coals of my heart

The open doorway frames your form
Your being, runs over my lips
My thirsty eyes have been quenched
Though my heart is still so parched

I see you well, you know it well
We have built our own private hell
Together forever, at last
Partitioned, by unbreakable glass