Our love was never
more meaningful
than the moment
of your last breath
as I joined you in
a mystical journey
to somewhere else.
The heartlessness
of words can never
explain the depth
of my despair of
life without you.
It is no life at all.
I still see the shadow
of you dancing alone,
eyes closed, absorbed
in a Zorba-like trance
in our plain old kitchen.
The spirit of your glow,
more brilliant than
a thousand suns,
no longer loads its fire
into my stagnant flesh.
I go through the motions
of living, my eyes lackluster,
without being present.
I’m a, ghost, stumbling
in a world gone dark.