I Wonder U.

Absence.

The painful realisation of an animated existence that is no more.
Searching through a home, finding nothing fresh in the drawers.
The silence of a room that once echoed with funky rhythmic sounds.
No signs of conversation or raw instrumentals that used to drown.

Empty halls that contained the steps of a cane and a pair of heels.
Stand still and silent as the walls are covered with framed memories.
A place that thrived with workers are no longer seen in the distance.
No rush to meet deadlines as there is no boss that needs assistance.

The stage is dead and the music simmers as the spotlights fade.
Audience members cry as there is no sight of the King of shade.
Candles are lit in a vigil outside the park, the hopeful fans prayed.
Purple Rain falls upon them with comfort as they feel betrayed.

Tributes pour in as the process of absence settles inside the news.
Life goes on as it lays back in the uncomfortable bed of your mind.
Gentle reminders become a stab in the heart within your conscious.
The absence of the man behind the cloud guitar is forever haunted.