Shards of Gone

I would walk over earth and stone

To hear the lilt of your laugh once more

Swim vast seas current to

Breathe again your scent

Jump over an abyss

If it meant one more heated argument

Is a moment ever really lived

And appreciated

When its finality is not known but

Only hinted of in glimpses

Death waits with humor-curled lips

Until you find yourself standing in without

And left staring at what remains within

An empty husk of what you were

Before the shards of gone

I cry into puddles of missing

Longing for future moments never born

Wondering when it will get easier

And your memories reflection

Won’t sear as deep