Empty hand

My hand is empty, seeking warmth

Fingers unable to entwine for the ravages of disease

Simply resting behind, holding mine

Cool and gentle, crooning about the softness

My empty bed, empty places, loud beside me

I reach out and feel the cool space, once warm

Now a void, devoid of you

My tears spring silently from an unyielding well

Grief filled memories once loved, now aggrieved at the loss of it all

Soundlessly wondering what there is now without you, no more us

My reality is stark in this new existence

Not alone, not with you

Without purpose, rudderless and drifting

My days begin as the sun creeps through the shutters

Brief seconds of feeling like a we

Until the realisation hits again, just me

My hand is empty

But my head is full of thoughts of you

Grief is the price we pay for love