The day is thick with an inconsolable ache,
a longing unfulfilled.
To see you once again,
To touch your face, your hands.
To lose myself in your embrace,
Enjoying the musky smell of you.
I immerse myself in the things of "us".
Music and photographs surround me
in a manic swirl.
The yesterday memories,
all but a fading recollection
to which I cling tightly,
with a death grip.
I wake alone, my love,
Grasping for what once was.
Struggling to comprehend the lunacy of it all.
Without you, I exist,