Quiet Aching

there are days still when i feel the world has fallen from beneath my feet and even the one who is closest to me can't understand why i mourn, or what i am mourning. it's difficult.

The world is dark

and cold, today

Blanketed I hide

away and, mourn

The yawning 

hole

in my chest

Oh. How it aches

and throbbs

How could I have never

noticed this absence, before?

I hear you

at the door

And see the light

spill across

 my black ocean.  

With my hand

firmly in yours

I hear your voice,

"what reason do you have to cry?"

How could you ever know how my heart screams?

Author's Note

reviews are always welcome
keep in mind, i don't care to keep to the traditional poetry writing methods
i hope to touch those who have felt the same way and experience the random bouts of depression and utter sadness that occasionally pay me a visit, even in my happiest hours.