I am nothing but a lowly ghost
Floating through life like a stranger
As brackish tears sting my chapped lips
I try to wrap my mind around the fact
That you're gone
That you had a chance at survival
But for some unknown reason
Didn't.
That even had you been able
To partially recover
You would never be the same person.
How do I move on?
Family dinners
Birthdays
Vacations
Will be anything but ordinary.
Won't you just give up and come home?
Or maybe you are,
But all I know
Is that my home
Will never be one again.