Living but dead inside

8-10-2019

I never realized how bleak
an existence without children was
until their laugh no longer rings out
from a simple smile from a loved one.
or how their little hands reach out
to gently give you one of their trinkets.
he's no longer here for me to watch
as the light goes on in his eyes
from a simple good boy,
or from figuring out a new puzzle.
my days were consumed by playing
with a little boy with a big heart
and now my days are empty
and I'm living but dead inside.