I am out of beautiful words.
The pain of missing you weighs heavily on me,
and I cannot sleep.
Nightmares of you, lost or in need,
tear at my mind and heart,
waking me in a cold sweat, afraid to fall asleep again.
Where are you?
Should I look toward the stars? In nature?
How can it be that I will never hold your hand again?
Everything hurts and there is no remedy.
You were, you are, a part of me.
But you are gone,
and I am still here.
Here, but no longer whole.