The First Day

My eyes still burn,
from the night before.
Your smell still rests
on your pillow.
I reach for you,
but you’re not there.

It just isn’t fair.
It hurts so much,
how can I go on.

Your toothbrush rests,
alone in the holder.
And your towel hangs limp
on the rack.
Your clothes lifelessly
fill your closet.

It’s the first day that
You’ve been gone.
And I miss you so much.
I don’t want to live without you,

So I won’t….

September, 1999