With each breath, each turn, each moment
that you are not there
your absence is like a gaping hole
in my mind and every fibre of me.
It interrupts the flow of everything that i do
So then i can do nothing.
Without you there is no life, now liveliness, no energy
to thrive, to strive, to be alive.
My loneliness is dogged with weariness, and sorrow.
They spin eternally through time
returning to me like old unforgotten wounds.
I grasp at memories and hold them near
for warmth that deceives reality.
And deeper and deeper i fall.