When You’re Gone.

When you're gone,
The tick of the clock
Fills the space that once nurtured
Your laughter and grace.

When you're gone
I yearn for the warmth
Of your skin on my skin
And your heart on my heart.

But when you're gone,
The ghosts, they return.
They bring back Life
To this empty home.

The walls replay scenes of the times that you danced
The plants, they boast of  the love that you had.
The books on the coffee stand share my memories
Of our days sipping coffee and reading their stories.

How can I feel that your presence is here
While you breathe the air in a place nowhere near?
As I close my eyes, I reflect on a thought
Of all that you are and all you are not.

You are the body, you are the mind.
You are the stories that you left behind.
You are the ache in my heart when I wake
And the joy in my dreams as I smile in my sleep.

You are the scent that lingers the sheets.
And the peace that I feel in the morning breeze.
You are the light that my soul once absorbed
And now shines through my eyes upon the whole world. 

When you’re gone,
I remind myself
that You're not.