Uncharted

The loss of a loved one has recently inspired me to write about my experience with feelings. It's impossible to ever know what loss is until you have it yourself.

He used to speak to me at night

Tell me stories of love and laughter

And when he'd visit me I never wanted him to go

He never wanted to leave me either

But life has no mercy on love.

At daybreak was when I came undone

A phone-call came in the midst of the hour

He spoke to me in a ghostly tone

He told me why he couldn't come back.

The tires had squealed

The metal had twisted

The fire and pain and death took over.

I was now alone

He told me so

In that poor ghostly tone.

Never before had I lost my way

Never before had he said goodbye

Never before had I thought he had to die.

Stumbling

Choking

Moaning

Groaning

Pain

Love

Death

Fate

I would never find my way again

I'd lost the path that he had carved for me

Lost in my jungle of unwelcome misery

Prayers fumbling into a jumble of words.

I lost a thought

I lost his laugh

I lost the very thing that kept me on my road to home.

The second the man crashed his car

I was crushed and smashed into a ball of nothing

Alone and unsteady

Unbreathing by these suffocating lungs.

I was gone as he was

I was uncharted in the raging seas of misery

Clinging to what light I had left in me.

Too late and too soon

Fate is too cruel

He left me uncharted.

And no one; no one would ever understand

How alone it feels to be without his hand.