Grief - Lamenting

My mind, thrashing about, fighting the reality that you are no longer here. My world, so full of your absence, Our house, wasting away in quiet despair. A table setting for one now, if at all; No loathsome smell of magic shave. No sweet aroma of your cologne. Our half empty bed, and no love sounds. Yesterday I reached out for you, forgetting. Called your name again, forgetting. The sound of crying again, my own, Remembering you had returned to dust, and I to loneliness. For Black Eyed Susan's Contest a poem of truth