its not only him that i have lost it is the entire foundation of love and trust it is the entire amount of care i've ever known it is the smiles i have smiled it is the tears i have cried it is the joy of my once red cheeks it is the laugh on my lips it is the snore in my sound sleep it is the twinkle in my eyes it is the pride of my nose it is the softness of my skin it is the nonchalance in my stride it is the music in my mind it is the confidence that once reflected in the mirror it is the carelessness of my actions it is the innocence of my nature it is the mystery of my words it is the routine of the day it is the chatter in the evenings it is the tranquility of the night it is not just him that i have lost, it is me.. it is me who is now a walking corpse it is me who is now a stranger to myself it is me who is now clinging on to ghosts it is me who is now never going to be the same again.. no, it is not just him that i have lost it is me..
very very neat ..although its a ver convinient style of writing but the poem is good .. people depart and never even look back ... keep posting
