The Effect of His Death

For a second, my thoughts wonder And this heart Feels like its stopped beating I'm under water Struggling for breath Who will occupy me I'm falling There is an ache, growing A hollow tree In a prosperous garden Ive so much to say But id rather not Who wants to talk If they've lost Sentimentality is a foe Playing violins To imperfect moments Making one final touch The impossible desire That chokes me For the aftermath