March Poem by grace mariner

Oh what changes can occur in such a short time!
The clock ticks, it's march and cadence rhythmic and unrelenting,
We scarcely glance back and a year has descended upon us,
leaving us in the wake of its passing.
Two years ago you glowed from within me,
bright and with a heat that melted from deep inside.
Oh that happiest of time for me!
I remain changed for the better because of it.
But now 10 months without your voice, your touch...
I feel the cold biting at my back from that void you've
left behind me.
Time ticks off its dreadful and precise count, carrying
you further into its abyss and further from me.
I am again transformed by its passage, though no
longer for the better.
I must find my place in this ever moving world but I
have no passion for it.
All passion left me those many months ago