My love departed

My love departed, it has been 6 days
And his eyes don’t seem to be the same
My love departed
From my touch, his words no longer honey
On the ear, no longer savior of my tears
My love departed.

My love departed, and each day I age,
My refection—the hidden Dorian Gray
My lexicon diminished to the only phrase of
My love departed!
it has been 6 days.

And dreams aren’t dreams
They’re ghastly terrors
Horrible reminders
Terrible mirrors!

And dreams aren’t dreams,
They’re lingering ghosts
Unwanted hosts
Of my disaster!

And so I wait in wake in this midnight hour,
For the knock of my dark demonic fowl
To post and quote with his wicked mouth
My misery, my agony, my ache, my woe!

My life departed, it has been 6 days.