If Only ...

If Only ...

Traces of you linger,
captured within an evanescent moment
when the world stood still,
marking what was once your existence
before allowing it freedom in eternity.

This odd perfume haunts me,
wafting through my mind,
filling the empty corners
you were unable to touch,
completing what was first begun
in my now distant memory.

My life has been stolen,
pulled into an abyss of hopelessness,
where the continual pressing
movement of undiscovered future
mocks me with vanishing speed.

Comfort will never arrive,
its essence lost along with you.
I listen as the tempo of my pendulum
beats in place of my dying heart.

Alone, I stand in the void
between life and death,
replaying our lives,
praying this ending would never come.

I am left with an infinity
of never-ending emotions
all tied together with the
fragile strand of our togetherness,
all beginning with the words, “If only…”

When will these thoughts of you
turn from something other than pain
filling deepening pockets of remorse
time will never heal?