Without You

Every day without you is a day without meaning

I can't unsee your crimson life

Ebbing from your internal strife

It pools like tears on the floor

And I want to run for the door

But I can't leave yet without a cleaning.

I sit beside you and stroke your tranquil face

Your silence worse than a thousand screams

Your eyes closed as if in dreams

There is no movement of your chest

As though you're in the deepest rest

I ignore the noise around this frozen space.

My lungs threaten to collapse from my weeping

Your memory falls as a cherry bloom

Drops to the ground just to make room

For the cherry, juicy and sweet

To provide a delicious treat

But you are not gone; you are only sleeping.

Every day without you is a day without meaning

I can't unsee my crimson life

Dripping from my internal strife

It pools like tears on the floor

And I want to run for the door

But I can't live yet without a cleaning.