Dearly Departed (poem)

I dreamt about you last night.

In it, I picked you up, held you, kissed you.

I awoke in tears.

It's been over a year now,

and I still think of you, miss you.

I'm still sorry I wasn't there for you.

Our chapter is the masterpiece

I could never write, but if I could

I would rewrite it just to relive it.

I made my home in you,

in your unamused sarcastic glances,

in the warmth of your body on mine.

But you're gone now,

home has become half void,

and I don't know how to mend it.

So I close my eyes in the calm of night,

hoping yours is the face I see in my dreams,

so I can pretend you're not quite gone.

-Zero