Alone

The emptiness fills me like a drug.

It's worse than I could have ever imagined.

It swallows me whole.

No loving words comfort it.

It is as if death has also grabbed hold of my heart.

It tugs and pulls reminding me.

Everyday that he is gone.

And where do I go?

What do I do?

How do I live with death?

It is as if a veil has been pulled from my eyes.

And all I see is the void.

The deep void that is left behind.

When YOU are left behind.

And for the first time there is nothing to be said.

There is no way to comforted.

Too young to fully comprehend the world.

And I stand staring at the emptiness as if I could fill it.

If only I had the right words.

I could heal the world.

I could heal my own heart.

I could unwrap death's hands.

But there are no words for this loneliness.