Where once my hands
were filled with you
now they are empty.
I leaned into your scent
the way I now lean into grief.
Without you
there is no music.
Even my words
cannot breathe.
Every day I fight
to be near you.
There is nothing
I would not endure
just to see your face again.
I never noticed
the sadness of objects.
I can\'t return safely
from this darkness.
Even if you came back,
it would never be enough.
My mind plays
such cruel tricks.
Laughing with you
in the sunshine
while crying in bed,
fetal.
And still,
I love you.