Where you were

Where you were
Would be an empty space next to me in bed
had I a bed.
Where you were
Is a whisper
Of a once strong voice
Sometimes too loud
But not often.
Where you were
Is an arm around me
I still feel
Though this will grow fainter.
Where you were
Is laughter at shared language
Noone will speak again
Where you are
Is growing further away
Each hour, each day
You are not here.

Sunday, May 17, 1998