i once heard someone say
that souls were created
in two parts,
destined to spend their lifetime
searching the ends of the earth
for their missing half.
now i know,
that you were mine.
even now you are gone
and my weary bones
ache for you with each breath
all i can think
is how lucky i am
to have found and loved you
more intensely than the sun
burns in the heavens,
than never at all.

the moonlight
which i once longed for
like a lover yearning
for just one more taste,
now leaves me aching.
i no longer look forward
to the velvet nights
that i once found such comfort in,
for in the darkness
all i can see
is your ghost.