three months already
or maybe only,
not much changed
still very lonely
she was so much
a part of
who I was
I find my purpose
a losing cause
to face each day
without demands
a dilemma
no one understands
solace found
in cyberspace
a haven where no one
need know your face
where all emotions
can embrace
a fellowship-
a common place
and for a while
torment subsides
with bonhomie
and teasing chides
easing wounds
where grief resides
'til end of day
time comes to go
coveting
that afterglow
of being with friends
I don't really know
but gratefully
savouring
what they
chose to show
until another
morning
wakes anew
another day
with naught to do
it's hard not to wish
this pointless cycle
could finally be
all through
