Gone is all you are like a whisper gone too far,
Like a flutter of the breeze easing gently through the trees,
I catch a whiff, a scent of you I'll remember all of these,
Painful memories locked in tight, make me weakened at the knees,
It's a pain in my chest quite not like the rest,
Somewhere in the middle maybe slightly to left breast,
It's a pain that cuts the heart, but not like stabbing at the start,
It cuts beyond the flesh and way deeper than a dart,
Like smashing through the table, past the bottom of the bowl,
You cut a laceration in the fabric of my soul....