The Loss

That was it then
There was no more
You had stopped
And so had we
In a sense
And yet we continue
Leaving behind
A piece of our
Will, consciousness, memory
Unable to describe
Even to each other
What we are missing
Or just where we hurt
Only that
What we are missing
Is you.

There is no more
An empty place
A lonely room
A lingering memory
Touching everything
Thru sight, feel, and smell
We sense the empty door
Never coming thru
Facing now
Only the ticking clock
Of what we all were
A life that was made
Better, because of your
Presence there
Now ripping a hole
In my chest

Going Home

Without a trace
Found without face
Round the corner
Failing to embrace
All that we should
Grappling with ourselves
Is hard enough
Too much to ask
Gaining on the rest
Is this all there is?
Here we are
But only for a while
Nothing remains
How did they do it before
But more important
It seems
Where are they now
Tells us, in the end
Where we are
Going