Hollow

Time standing still, a hollow stirring of echoes

From a time now forgotten, a time now foreign to my soul.

It seems to be unreal; the pain digs in so deep.

The deafening of my ears as the howling wind does blow.

Voices of good times before are shrieking in my ears,

As though they are mocking me, ridiculing and scorning.

I'm blinking back the tears as fast as I am breathing,

But the tears are stronger than my will and silent, I fall into mourning.

As people flutter all around me, all I see are blurs of light-

Blurs of light and shadows dark, mumbling words of regret

Crying, hugging- it's overwhelming. I just can't believe you're dead.

Then the calming dark brings peace at last

Now I can rest my weary head.

Suddenly, it's been almost a week and time to say one final good-bye.

And as I watch your lifeless form, my breath I am holding, watching for your eyes to open.

But still you lay and yet again

Time is standing still with you.

And all I hear are the hollow stirring of echoes in my head

From a time now gone with you,

A time now forever foreign to my soul.