Living with the ghost
Of the one that means the most

Here but mostly gone
I exist
I breathe
But alone

I feel him all around
But nary a word or sound
Just a whisper of his love to caress my broken soul

Dying to find a reason
to go on
like this
so tired

Dying because it's all gone
No rhyme
No reason

It just is

It's how things will be
Everyday
This is all I see

The life he left for me


Penned by my hand on the 10th of Vita, in the year 169 AM.