I am ashamed to look at myself.
What I see makes me squirm and shake in my boots.
I have you here, but I long for the one who is deceased.
I can hold you near, but I yearn for the one who has completely vacated my life.
I see you shake and crumble before my eyes.
I stand petrified, waiting with bated breath.
I stare, wondering, will you stand up again, or will you fade away like the morning dew in the noonday sun?