It is solitary
In the morning
To rouse
And remember
You are no longer tangible

Our memories exist
Only with me now
I cannot confer with you
Joke with you
Cry with you

Tears are my own
But not now
The prickling has stopped
Morning is numbness

It’s at night
I lay awake
Sobbing softy
Salt trickles reach my ears
Choking whimper

Bruised soul

‘And I miss you,
Like the deserts miss the rain’

You loved
Everything But The Girl

I loved
You