Gone.

I hear you in the silence that has replaced your vibrant voice, and in the emptiness that remains, it is an all-encompassing void.  Your laughter fills the rooms of the house that I live in, it has failed to stay a home, even the walls seem to be sealed with suffering.  The shadows at night conceal you, tricking my cognition into thinking that it was just a dream but then I see your picture and I am forced to accept that all that glitters is not necessarily what it may seem.  In my mind's eye, I envision you, always looking your best; decked out to the nines, you were in a class above the rest.  The loneliness is daunting as you haunt me everywhere I go, it is even more alarming when I can almost hear you singing along to songs that you loved on the radio.  The sweet scent of your fragrance lingers, stronger than ever before, it ebbs and flows and tickles my nose, confusing my conscience through its thunderous throes.  The flowers bow their heads in respect now that you are no longer here, as isolation has overpowered love, filling my grieving heart with five thousand fears.  For years, this greatest loss of all will be mourned,  though I am  unsure if it is even reperable, as I wish I could rewind time to when we were the best of friends; we were truly inseperable.  We shared the greatest bond in that we understood one another's temperamental brains, which is why we were always so quick to forgive after the outbursts that would pour out of us like acid rain.  Two of a kind, we were such a rare breed yet I am begrudgingly forced to accept that your spirit now resides within the breeze, kissing the trees.  Nothing will ever be the same now that your light has been dimmed like a candle in the wind, I can accept that nature has taken its course but I reject this unrelentless upset that has left me bereft and so grim. You were the greatest love that I have ever known so I must muster all the strength that I have inside to keep my head up as I march on.  Almost two months to the day, yet I still choke and hold back the tears that do not allow me to accept that my most valued friend and confidante is actually gone.