Gangrene

I've played with spacing a lot, I'd love some feedback on how it reads ^.^

I'm starting to feel it now 

 the pain 

I was supposed to feel the last time I saw 

   his house in my rear view mirror.  

I used to be happy enough 

   with freedom that

  I didn't see our porch in the sunset's clouds 

                                                or 

    his silhouette in every TV I watch. 

I lay down and I expect 

                                    his warm shape to be next to me, 

                         I expect 

                                    his voice when I smell coffee. 

It's like losing a limb, 

                                     the phantom of which

                            will haunt me for the rest of my life.

At least,

                     I no longer 

                                         have gangrene.