It’s a hole where love used to be
It’s not a missing it’s just a no more
Replacement is as much an option as
Emptiness was not a choice merely
A statement of what was left if nothing counts as something 
Life still has meaning it just makes less sense
Pain is not an expression it’s become a way of being 
That look in the eyes of the dying having found a love
Is not something that I shall know
Instead on my face will show that loss of you
That desire to no longer be