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i feel a solemn, bitter breeze
the house you once called home
now dark, tired and unoccupied
i can barely enter in

there's the couch where
we made sweet love
the television, i remember
served as our home theatre

your shoes sit there still
unworn for almost three months
car keys and cell phone
sit on the table
along with memories
of you

dirty dishes still reside
on counters and in the sink
along with your unfinished music
written in ink...

candles melted down to nothing
answering machine holds messages from me
everything i clean brings me to tears...
where are you?
i miss you, dear.

i wish you'd come back
back to your home and me
i never meant to hurt you
that wasn't what i wanted to do

as i mop the blood
off your once beautiful floor
i fall to the ground and cry...
cry... like never before...

*****

I remember those tears as if they fell yesterday.  RIP