Walking down a long hallway,
Glancing furtively about,
Feeling the loss,
She is gone.

Floorboards creaking with each step,
Rooms empty and dusty,
Furnishings missing,
She is gone.

Crying out to the corners of the house,
Echoing in the dim light,
Drifting dust motes,
She is gone.

Twilight is coming quickly now,
Darkness is leaking in,
Eyes are searching,
She is gone.

Sleeping in tangled sweaty sheets,
Awakening with a start,
Gasping for breath,
She is gone.

Singing is tentative then dulled,
Dancing with hesitant feet,
Odors of sadness waft,
She is gone.

Knowing something is missing,
Knowing someone is gone,
What is now gone,
She is gone.

She is gone.
Wiping the loss away,
Letting your mind erase,
Enabling your own obsession,

Twisting the truth to fit your needs.
She is gone.

And you deny,
But know,
You know.

And comes the sadness, 
And the madness,
It is the end.
The end.