New Moon

It seemed the moon shone brighter that night
More yellow and glowing the night that you died.
I stared out my window, bewhildered, bemused
my feelings, emotions ranged from saddened to used.
Holding back tears so as not to look weak,
fighting reality as the future looked bleak.
All I could see was your face in my head
and the gorgeous moonlight that shone on my bed.
I remembered the last time that you laid there asleep,
It seemed like a liftime but it was only last week.
I laid down beside you while still lost in my thoughts,
I imagined you stirring, I'd gotten completely lost.
I cried as the pain ripped through my chest,
my limbs and my muscles and tore through the rest,
of my body. I'd never felt pain of this depth.
I tossed and I turned until, exhausted, I slept.
I awoke in the morning and remembered you'd left . . .