a windswept morning, skies dark and gloomy
it seemed like a forecast of what my day would be like
drab and routine..
i brace myself for the continuous monotony
of the life she left with her absence
a trickle of rain to hide the tears,
a strong wind as a reason for me to look down
my heavy heart looking for some purpose
my soul searching for the light
struggling against the darkness she left behind
the colors in hues of black and grey
me eating but not really tasting
the routine i do all seems mechanical
a struggle  just to make it through the day
me gasping for air
as i struggle to get by without her
so here i stay
with all my self induced suffering
my thoughts all about her
holding on to the pain she left
because as pathetic as it sounds
THIS PAIN is all that's left that, in the remotest sense,
connects me to her
and id rather have that than nothing at all..