Your Void Poem by Dustin Newman

You walk to me darkly.
Void of form or substance.
Shattered notes sing your arrival.
A sigh of formality. Heralding emptiness.

Wisps clammer through your being.
My fingers, air they grasp.
Essence is retreated.
You are gone.

Cold, wet marsh seeks warmth between my toes.
Bereavement sinks strength faster than any stone.
Once you were but are no more. Questions now gone.
Left acknowledging you were my hopes, my dreams, my future.

Ominous persuasions tempt mine ears.
False for you are not here.
The place you vowed would always be ours.
A contemptable ground in absence of you.