Shroud of blackness

I'm standing in the middle of my house

Our house

Staring into the darkness of my mind

Staring into a shroud of blackness

Staring into my lost memories

Not believing

It must be a nightmare

Please, tell me it's a nightmare

Emptiness surrounds my being

Dogs nudge me to awaken me

From this lost-ness, from this darkness

I immerge briefly to see the light of day

I look around and it's empty out there too

Sadness reigns my spirit

Shock breaks my soul

Death, worked into everyday conversation

Stated on forms, predicting life terms

The real meaning of death is emptiness

A vacancy of intelligence, spirit, sparkle

A vacancy of a warm embrace

A vacancy of smooth, soft kisses

A vacancy of support

A vacancy of my soul mate

Gone to the earth, stars, and moon