A Stone Wall

There is a void in the air
An empty pocket
In which nothing stirs
Neither dust nor debris.

Shadows enter
But do not exit
Sound is muted
Everything stills to nothing.

The emptiness
Has your form
And hovers about me
Everywhere I go.

I utter words
But they bounce back
As though opposed
By a stone wall.

How cold, this emptiness!
My breath rises in vapor
My flesh chills and blues
In its presence.

Nobody sees it but me.
It is palpable
Presses me
Is always there.

It is an unblinking stare
Like snow blindness
A piercing gaze
Seeing beyond my soul.

It took your place the instant
You left
And will remain
Until you return.