He’s gone now.

Too soon,

But everyone says that.

His life was long

But mine only a part

That ended abruptly.

I had waited a lifetime

For him to show,

For him to love me

For me to feel cherished.

It is so quiet now.

Me. Only me.

Too many hours to fill

Before the escape of sleep.

If that silence had a scent

It would be his.

The scent of soap, of shampoo,

Of his distinct odor

When I curled into him.

So quiet. So alone. So gone