To My Fallen Hero

When I awaken, I call your name,

Always now to the hollowness

Of the window frame

Which holds a view of a desolate field.

A barren plain of emptiness,

This world of mine

Without you.

When I arise, I look for you,

Grasping only air I do not understand.

The empty space I cannot take in.

Where once your presence filled my hours

With laughter and insanity.

Until recently, it was easier, you know,

To imagine you here before me.

But then, shadows yield to light.