The day you left felt cold,
as if my coat and gloves left me,
in the midst of a blizzard;
I froze to death.
Though was it really me that died,
or a part of me that loved you,
none can say for sure,
I lost my memory;
Destined to wander alone in the tundra.

The day you left was dark,
as if my sun had not faded from the sky,
but disappeared entirely;
I went blind.
Though was I blinded by lack of light,
or did I just not want to see,
I went into denial;
Allowing the darkness to consume my eyes.

The day you left seemed hollow,
as if the vivid colors of my life had vanished,
erased like pencil from paper;
I faded along with them.
Though most would argue that I still live,
I am nothing but an empty shell of myself,
I became a ghost;
Hoping that in doing so, I would see you again.