Walking down a long hallway,
Glancing furtively about,
Feeling the loss,
Who is gone.

Floorboards creaking with each step,
Rooms empty and dusty,
Furnishings missing,
Who is gone.

Crying out to the corners of the house,
Echoing in the dim light,
Drifting dust motes,
Who is gone.

Twilight is coming quickly now,
Darkness is leaking in,
Eyes are searching,
Who is gone.

Sleeping in tangled sweaty sheets,
Awakening with a start,
Gasping for breath,
Who is gone.

Singing is tentative then dulled,
Dancing with hesitant feet,
Odors of sadness waft,
Who is gone.

Knowing something is missing,
Knowing someone is gone,
What is now gone,
Who is gone.

Who is gone.
Wiping the loss away,
Letting your mind erase,
Enabling your own obsession,

Twisting the truth to fit your needs.
They are gone.

And you deny,
But know,
You know.

And comes the madness.

It is the end.

The end.