I cannot deny that the sun still shines
And the sky is as blue as Autumn ever painted.
A carpet of leaves under my feet crunches like an orchestra
And the ducks dance on with the grace of the ignorant.

A world without you is not cold and grey,
So what is this gnawing ache that will not go away?

Nothing changes on the outside; people weave their paths,
Wrapping agendas round each other, talking and exchanging
Pockets of bright energy and laughter; Only I am different,
Swaying slightly from lack of sleep, the pitiless pulsing of raw nerves,
The heaviness of limbs and the blank stare on my face –

Every thing is in its place, except for one, that magnified the brilliance
Of all and gave depth to what is now all sharp surface;
You were a mirror, and now you are gone, the beauty of the world
Drags on