Gone

My reflection tells me that

you're gone, not coming back

I see it in my bloodshot eyes

Like broken windows

To an abandoned soul

I see it in my lips

Cracked and barren

Like a desert

Yearning, pleading, aching

For your rejuvenating kiss

I see it in my arms

Hanging limp and lifeless at my sides

Like the leaves of a weeping willow

Out of practice from not holding you

I see it in the heaving of my bosom blossom

Heavy and burdened

My heartbeat thudding through

My skin as if diseased

Ready to Die

Because there is nothing left to live for

You're gone

And my reflection won't let me forget it.