"He's gone"
Is what I hear all around me.
The reason I have trouble believing this
Is because I can still see
The glow of your smile
In the stars at night.
The gasp of your breath
Is in the cool passing wind.
The twinkle of your eyes
Appears in the dew of morning grass.
The picture of your face
Emerges everywhere I turn.
I sit in my room
In no one's company.
Yet your silent whisper tells me
I'll never be alone.