Like the dust in the wind,
Gone.
She up and left.

With her,
Gone.
My happiness.

With her,
Gone.
My life.

With her,
Gone.
My senses.

Emanating from narcosis,
I see light,
I smell the warmth,
A new day.

Waiting through,
Grievance,
Vexation,
Mortification,
For her to return,
For her to walk in the doorway,
For her to appear once more.

But,
She’s gone,
Like the dust in the wind.