World of Wrong

It might sound over dramatic or crazy
But nothing’s been right since you died.
I can’t seem to get past that moment
No matter how hard I have tried.

I’ve had counselling; six weeks for bereavement
And followed advice to stay sane
I’ve wept and I’ve laughed and emoted
But can’t get you out of my brain.

The world is suspended in ‘wrongness’
And never again will be right
When a piece of your life that’s so treasured
Is silently lost to the night.

And it’s not that it shocked or surprised me
You never did things by a half
But I just can’t resolve with the knowledge
That I’ll never again hear your laugh

Ring out like a glittering echo
Of all that it meant to be near
To someone so warm and so selfless
That left me with nothing to fear.

So how can I fill up this void now?
How can I rebuild this space?
And how do I cope with the long nights
When I dream of no more than your face

But wake once again in cold knowledge
That the sun keeps on climbing the sky
Although the Earth has stopped turning
And I’ve no tears left I can cry?