And when she left, my world was dark and gray.
It was cold and brutal.
Violent in its disdain for me.
When she left, my world
was without its beauty.
It was without its peace.
And I was afraid for the first time,
Because I was alone.
But I could still feel her in my soul.
I could still feel her in my bones.
I could still sense her in the shadows.
And that made the pain better.
Kim V. Poetry 