SIX MONTHS IN

The disappearing beauty of an early morning dew
Is lost on me ...
Part of my heart died with you.

Posed questions are now just muddled through;
Unsolved by me ...
Part of my mind died with you.

A star-studded night sky is just plain dark blue -
Or so it seems to me ...
Part of my soul died with you.

One half of a partnership instead of two.
So unused to being me ...
Part of my life died with you.

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