Broken

You used to be right here
beside me
here in my life.
I felt your hand suddenly
slip away,
But I always thought that you would
find your way back to me.
So now here I am
the emptiness of my arms
echoed only by the
blank noise in my heart.
It is for the best;
start a new life, they say.
How can I? When I don't
even know who I am
without you.
So I sit here trying
trying to make sense of
my existence.
These hands
are they really mine?
My hair seems so
light without your hands
your hands running through it.
Everything is different now.
Everything is streaked and
stained.
Like a broken bottle
the shards are gone
but the stain you left
remains.