Without Her
A sweet smell filled the air.
The rushing wind flowed through my hair.
The sun beat down upon my face.
But I found no joy—not a trace.
"Run!" my mind screamed. "Go as far as you can!"
I just wanted an escape; I had no plan.
In a moment, my world had shattered.
What I once knew, now was scattered.
My entire life flipped upside down.
My only desire—to leave town.
She was gone—I wasn't ready to face it.
Left with an empty black hole; a bottomless pit.
Death had taken her before I knew.
Filled with unbelief—it couldn't be true.
I trembled; I shook; I cursed the ground.
In my sorrows, I began to drown.
I was left, only one part to a whole.
Stricken with grief, having lost all control.
It was the end; I couldn't start new.
Without her, I was gone too.
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