Broken Morning

Beauty of another morning, broken only by inner grief, not wanting to talk, feeling an intense silence filling my being with it's deepened emptiness. Flowing tears taking me through sorrow's gardens, watering our memories of love with them, hoping that our love will continue to live within both of us. Not knowing if it's so or not, heart falling deeply within my being, trying to hide from this lonesome sorrow and abandonment. It doesn't help, I'm still missing you, unable to smile or get out of bed, wanting to stay here, hoping you will come and lie down with me again. Yet knowing that it will never happen, losing you, losing hope interiorly, finding nothing to grasp or hold onto, this emptiness cannot be controlled or gotten rid of so I die inside without you forever.