Gone

The seagulls cry

Songs of loneliness

Their sounds remind me of

Days spent with you

I lay in bed

Paralyzed

You’re gone

Possibly forever

The walls around me

Stare back

Silent

Empty

White

All I can do

Is think of your last words to me

And wish I could change the past somehow

But

I remain

Alone

Except for the half-empty coffee cup sitting on my nightstand

Another reminder

of my last cup

with you.