She’s gone

like the wind

hope it’s a gentle breeze

Wherever she is now

Somehow this cluttered house

With my “tornado just came thru” decor

Feels oddly, coldly vacant

within it’s conflagration

It echoes with melancoly

You were

So much

More than a part of me

Wondering just who I’ll be

After I stumble into

whatever comes next

Heart is broken and heavy

brain attempting to vacate

the current version of reality

Orbital structures keep disseminating tears

Don’t want to hear

I have an angel waiting in heaven

Don’t need to hear

I did a good job caring for you

Very much aware of the sentiments;

As they are slamming

      impacting with force

My

Postulations and their minions