I'll read the night and sleep the day

And so perhaps will pass away

The time I dread and cannot face:

Remembering the empty place.

The calendar returns the day.

The path we walked is still a way

I walk alone and see your face.

But tears and absence took your place.

Poems, stories, dreams, I waste the day,

Unconsciousness the only way.

I hide from and I seek your face

In memory or out-world place.

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I'm awash and aswim 

in the missing of him

and the sadness and darkness and pain.

And the anger rolls on

and over me on

to the ends of the worlds that I'm in.