Within dark, loneliness   My company the wind   Every glass painted,   Images of him   Every mirror tainted,   Reflections his     Walls Echoes chants   humming silence   Hide and seek   He is my thoughts   Shattered,   Glass and crash   His picture frame   Ordered,   By shaky hands     Dark sky draws near   The moon reminds   He isn't here   I grow teary eyes   They pick above   Shinny tiny gems       In shadowy nights   I stab the sand   with finger and hearts   I sprawl on tiles   Memories linger             From his clothes   Arise his haunting smell   The spell of him   Enchanting I   Till I knot his ties   Cherishing the hands   That knot them once       The bathroom wall   Reminds,   Sparkling his smile   I watched him go   So went my smile   Till he's home   These hobbies will I   For what is love   With little or no despair.              Photo credit    Image 1: John Foxx   Image 2: empowermagazine.com     Next Poem