I.
In the hollow of your laughterthe walls trembled with a warmth that now shivers in the absence,each echo a splinter,each silence a weight I am unable to offset
II.
You both were my compasses, the nurturing hands, the love, the life, the lighthouse in each storms. now with each breath only the sounds of  ghosts whispering of what was

III.
Autonomy, I lived my life as a garden tended by hands that knew the soil,but every seed I planted in deep longing only yielded weeds.

IV.
I now watch the world from behind bedroom walls, thick with broken memories in a parade marching past me ,each step shows their absence and a chasm I cannot fill

V.
The pull of your stories rooted in my veins,now only necrotic tissue ,snapped at both ends. The hollow multiple hours alone are killing me and the things I’ve tried to use to overcome, temporal only

VI.
And yet,in the silent screams daily I gather the remnants and there I stand not moving forward only deeper into the ache. I miss you, I miss life and I just wanted love before I die, yet I die alone or will