Now you’re gone.
I have no arms now you’re gone.
That they cannot encircle you
negates them entirely
I have no hands, without yours in mine
nothing is worth holding.
These hands do not now exist.
I have no fingers that cannot trace
the swells and valleys of you.
No fire will burn these absent fingers.
I have no eyes that see beyond you.
I am blind in a world
where you are not in sight.
I have no nose without your delicate scent.
No rose nor spice, no perfume floats
in the aroma-less stench that remains.
I have no ears without your velvet sigh.
The sound and song of you now silent
leaves only wretched cacophony.
I have no heart to beat alone.
Our rhythms that made divine tempo
now merely mechanical in isolation.
I have no mind, it escaped,
out through the void yours left behind.
Into nothingness I wander.
I have no body, no part of me intact.
I have no senses, no sensations.
I have no harmony, no melody.
My voice is a mournful refrain
redundant as it calls to emptiness.
Only you can hear my tune.
Your departure has scattered me.
Where we were whole, I am stripped.
Of us, there remains just a fading echo.
Written by Francis de Aguilar©2014