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