GONE

Nothing can replace your touch or embrace.

Nothing matters but your look into my eyes and your voice whispering.

In bed I reach over and touch nothingness. I cry myself to sleep. My pillow is drenched. It's quiet here without you.

I go into the walk-in closet and reminders of you are everywhere.

No more warm embrace.

No more smell of that cologne.

No more calls during the day.

Sometimes I cry so hard it hurts.

Sometimes I miss you so much I cry!

Gone