the painted days of of summer have moved on and left you behind

soon there will be a change in the seasons and I am scared

I cry as if I'm going to split and your loss is as though I've had an amputation

The phantom of memories I ache to touch but there is nothing

I lay across my bed and weep my tears into my arms

where as a baby I rocked you in them and comforted you

puddles of my sorrow now etch what used to be

Folding your clothes laying them neatly together takes an act of will

not wanting to believe you're beyond my reach I leave them for you

touching your art work and reading your poems shatters me

you had dreams and I believed so deeply in them with you

How do I rail against fate and not change everything else

anxiety over your death has me flailing for solid ground

it hurts so deeply and cuts me to the core

I am lonely for you, for your laughter and the music of your life