Page 34 - Fallen Thoughts

Nothing More

I’ve heard songs declare,
‘O death where is your sting?’
As if the knowledge

Of an afterlife
Can cease the ache deep in my chest.

But here I am,
And here you aren’t
In your wake,
You’ve left nothing.

It’s been weeks since you left,
You didn’t make any noise
To the unforgiving world,

That shoved you to the ground.

I still reach to my phone
To text you my thoughts,

In the middle of the night.

I still turn to laugh with you,
At our favourite part,

Of our favourite movies.

I still collect memories
Of my day to share,
When I get home.

I still tell the stories,
We told together, but now

They’re shorter, because
One half of the story isn’t mine.