It wasn’t until you were gone
That I realized I was alone;
A lonely loner to be precise.

It’s a constant war between body and mind
Versus a heartache, it felt like I tipped
My tiny toe on a foggy winter’s day.

It wasn’t long after days went by
That I mourned your death,
Missed your smile,
Longed for your presence,
Felt your absence,
Silence gone too loud.
I hope you come around,
In my dreams maybe,
To make this house feel like home,
Once more.

To vacuum
This cloud of void in me and,
Calm the voices that come,
With nightmares soon
After darkness approaches.