My mind, thrashing about, fighting the reality
That you are no longer here.
My world, so full of your absence,
Our house, wasting away in quiet despair.
A table setting for one now, if at all;
No loathsome smell of magic shave.
No sweet aroma of your cologne.
Our half empty bed, and no love sounds.
Yesterday I reached out for you, forgetting.
Called your name again, forgetting.
The sound of crying again, my own.
Remembering you had returned to dust,
And I to loneliness.
Saturday, February 3, 2007