Still Speechless. . .

Sitting in her shadow
Cursing under my breath
Laying down, upon the ground sobbing. . .
I’m under the impression you were busy
Which is why you’ve stopped talking
You’re my rainy day
You’re my pain
My tears
My guilty shame
You’re my overcast day
I’ve lost my map
I’ve lost my way
I’m still speechless
I’m still searching. . .
You were the everything inside
My darkened silver moonlit night
One last breath,
One last December ninth
And the only answer I ever needed
Was, “You don’t have to say anything”
I’m still speechless. . .
I’m still crying. . .
Ever since the following day.