I would suffer a thousand more years,

stuck alone in this rotten world.

I would bear the pain of being away from her,

like Atlas bore the sky.

I would wait for her another few milleniums,

if it all meant I could hold her face again,

even for just a moment.

The last flutter of her eyelash,

was the last spurt of life that shook my body.

I have not felt my heart since.

They returned her to the ground, my everything.

I am now lost, lost in an unknown sea,

whose water is bitter.

Dear, it was too good,

living in your eyes…

For me to ever find another land to call home.

Each day without her presence,

Cuts away a piece of me,

A merciless ablation procedure.

Of me, just some crushed bones are left;

I am somewhat neither alive, neither dead.

Rabid.

What am I? What is left of me without her?

Grief. Only grief. Raw and pure, absolute.

I am grieving, and nothing more remains.

I cradle the absence tightly in my arms;

For she is all I have now.

She does not hold me back.

And I realize I am holding onto my own shoulders.

My arms slip right through my hollow body,

I am made of emptiness.

She was my substance.

Abysmal void.

The sky hangs low over my head,

Lower than I remember.

On my tippy toes I can almost touch the stars,

But not quite.

How cruel.

How cruel is it to keep you so far

away

from me.

My heart aches and stretches in hopes

to reach you.

"Maybe we should start digging instead of clawing at empty space," it whispers in my ear. "Please, I miss her,

oh, so much…”

Oh, how I miss you— oh, how you miss from me.

***

I look down at my watch.

Lord help me, it has only been thirty-three hours.

How am I to withstand a lifetime with you gone?