Empty Shell

I expect you to come, but you don't. I want you to be here, but you're not. Life is an empty shell and I want to fill it back up, but I cannot. You have always been the love in my heart and I want you to continue being just that, but you aren't. I wait for you in all the usual places, watching for you, listening to hear your footsteps. The only sound is silence, the only thing I see is darkness. Where are you? Why don't you come? Death has taken away your life I know - but can't you come anyway? There is no sense to my love without you here to receive it. Life has no meaning without your life. Everything you are, everything you've done has been erased. It's like you were never here. But, I know you were. My heart aches with it's unmet love. My love continues to pour itself out, but you're no longer here to treasure and keep it safe from harm. Life is an illusion, I cannot fathom it's loss, sorrow is too plentiful, it hurts. If life is so sacred, why does it have to go through such a hell on earth?