Fragments of sorrow in broken sequence,
the details evaporate to ether with fleeting time,
while the core remains.
My pain I cannot put down to paper,
that would be unfair,
words are not capable of describing my loss.
I can only set the atmosphere
and the emptiness that surrounds me.
The colours have faded, the sounds have lost
their harmony and pulse.
Things are the same, yet different,
in a void of inspiration
meanings have become meaningless,
dull and barren,
without the silent conversation.
If I say I miss you, will that fall short of describing my state?
Or if I say wish you were here, will that suffice?
I remember so much I don’t want to recall,
I wish those memories would vanish into the background,
and set me free.
The past into the present, threatens my future,
I fear I keep losing the moment I should live,
as I continue to linger in the void.