He is gone.
The love of my life,
the star that shined so bright through the dark nights,
the one I held dearest to me
is gone.
And though I suffer
I suffer alone.
For the world will move on,
time will progress,
people will continue on with their daily lives
not noticing one less boy in their world
in their town
in their neighborhood.
His absence leaves an absence in me,
ever growing, from my stomach,
to my chest to my limbs
to my skull,
to my brain.
And I fear the day I will feel nothing,
see nothing, hear nothing,
exist without existing,
living on a mundane plane
where my body no longer contains a soul
but is an empty shell.
Mourn or move on,
mourn or move on?
The choice seems clear
but is it my choice to make?
Can I simply choose
to let go
to be free from the sorrow
that resides in my heart,
lungs,
bones,
blood?
In every inch of my being?
If tis so,
won't someone please show me
the way to escape the emotional trauma
I've experienced day
after day
after day?
Help me evade this never-ending agony?
I feel as though
one person could understand
the misery of my days,
but
He is gone.
