Went there 

The other day

It felt empty

I used to

Feel this great richness

I found myself

Full of you

Full of love

So I guess this moment

Pales in comparison

I realize I'm in mourning still

Thought that passed

But well

You're dead

In all the ways that matter

So you leave me then

Your presence

You

If I walked passed someone

Bearing your name

And some semblance 

Of an identity 

That grazed yours

I would treat them

As I should,

As a stranger

Just makes me wonder

What you do when 

You look in the mirror

Maybe a brief nod

Or a sideways glance

I can't remember

How you treated strangers

You're dead