You were my tether,
A conduit,
to rouse me
from isolation.
So, without
your presence
I know now,
how the quiet
of loneliness
can kill.
Our home,
a silent memorial
of all we were.
Amidst
old memories
I recall
all the times
we failed
ourselves,
and
each other.
So, each night
I try to rest,
in a place
not fit for the living,
only,
for the dead.