Life is a journey
To each their own.
Death, an adventure
As yet unknown.

Dust returned to dust.
Brokenness that
Wounded;
Scarred.

I want to feel,
Never again.

Home to House

The empty shell that was

Once your home;

Now a shadow,

Across the scar in my being

When you left...

But a house.

My memories serve me no comfort

As I remember. 

The hope taking little pain away 

As I wait.

We go on, 

But you went on.

Tread

We are each on a path,
That no other may tread for us.
None other may walk beside us.
Except for the brief moments
That we are allowed
To accompany each other.

And in those moments
We find
Who we are;
Who we want to be;
Who we ought to be.

And yet,
Always Incomplete.

Adieu 2

The fortnight of your silence...
Soon to turn into a lifetime.