Its true

I woke this morning to find you gone.

Frantically

I began to search,

search for evidence it wasn’t true.

Your side of the bed,

looking dreadfully forsaken

still held your warmth,

the shape of your body;

Your favourite mug was

on the table

pretending the morning

was like any other;

Your touch still

lingering longingly

on my cheek.

It had to be a fearful dream,

nothing more!

But then I took an inside look

and half my heart was missing,  

erasing every doubt:

You really were gone,

the evidence of your

beautiful existence

A lie.