Raw Grief

How can there be an 'us', when half is gone? And there is no light with the dawn I find it hard to carry on Since you departed, all is ash and grey No difference 'tween the night and day And I can't seem to find my way I blindly grope through life, as in a fog Or in a murky, swampy bog Without the help of a guide dog Death is a monster, taking those we love A thieving hand, clad in black glove It stealthily through life does move. With you, I had a love so rare and true The bliss we shared is known by few. I'm completely lost without you.