Gone.
Lonely black places engulfing the mind,
Caverns of glistening fear.
Phantoms arising from pleasanter past
Tauntingly whisper your name in my ear.
Wary of re-living memories in dreams
Willingly I lie awake.
Facing the clock-ticking wall, I keep too
Clocking the minutes, for sanity\'s sake.
Ducking below tearful blankets once more,
With broken resolve yet again,
Sobs fill the silence, life will, it appears,
Be undeniably never the same.
Lines of scribbled note inside my head,
Spell out so clearly \'He\'s gone\',
Yet those half-empty shelves untidily left
Begin to insist I cope and move on.