sweetpea

Gone

Extinguished,

Forever no more.

Memory of a time long before.

I see your face within a crowd,

I hear your voice, often, loud.

And yet there’s no you and so no true me

Or the people we became to be

You’re not here and I’m empty 

I cannot share my life aplenty

The absent melody or unfinished song

Life’s colour, dried, gone.