I reside in the quiet din of an empty room we used to share.
The space you occupied reverberates with silent echoes of your presence.
In the unspoken, I wonder where you are and how you fare.
In the quiet din of an empty heart, I take note of your absence.
I once found some semblance of direction when you were here.
Alone with these futile devices of mine, I go nowhere.
I am left beside myself in the dark without your guiding light near.
Without you, the undoings that my fatal flaws live to be are laid bare.

In this hovel of a heart, I struggle to remember my reasons to live.
Despite the abundance in which I reside, a sense of lost hope pervades.
In the company you imparted, the wellspring of life did give.
In your departure, waters ceased to flow and light grew into shades.
The light of day comes to shine, yet I feel the absence of yours through and through.
It hurts to have to live lost of the light and hope that once blessed me to know you.