The flowers you brought me one day died.

And you died.

I am here alone.

Oh, where are you?

My tears are watering the grass.

The ants dance about in intricate movements

The flowers will die again

How insecure I feel now I’m bereft .

How grief feels more like fear than I had known

What can the whole world mean when you have left?

How panic grips the heart, I’d never guessed.

I wish my suffering  heart would turn to stone

How insecure I feel now I’m a bereft.

Through these awful thoughts my mind will drift

Alone, alone, unloved, alone alone.

What can the whole world mean, when you have left?

The nonsense and the sense flow by me swift

How insecure I feel now I’m bereft.

In this my writing there is not much craft.

My fingers  shrink  and feel like corpse’s bones

What does this sombre world mean when you’ve left?

How can we live when all we love is gone?

We create it, live until we’re done

How insecure we feel when we’re bereft

The pillars of our world have fallen, demons laughed.