The silver pendant reminds me of your love, but it's cold.
It makes me feel empty.

The music gives me feelings, but they are fake.
I have no feeling now, and I am as numb as ever.

The window provides solace, but it is temporary.
It's cold outside, and I feel exposed.

The blanket is close, but nothing compared to your warmth.
It makes me wish you were here.

The notion of you is comforting, but only until I remember.
It makes me long for your thoughts on mine, and mine on yours.

The guilt and pain set in, but I can't bear them alone.
You are not here, I am alone.
Cursed to think, to care, to breathe.
Yet I will think about you tomorrow.