Heartbroken

life has laughed its nasty laugh again
and death stretched its thankless arms
and clasped you to its unforgiving bosom
leaving a mocking void on the fabric of my heart

I look at the blue skies in vain
my spirit seeking further than
the questing eye can spy
searching for the heaven that now claims you for its own

the wind's midnight whisper
howls to me from realms unknown
the sighs and the anguished helplessnes
of your prematurely reaped soul

as I try to patch up
pieces of this pain-daggered heart
into a pretense of the vigoured life
that it once pumped so freely

but I know the cruel truth:
that without your heart beating
in gladdened unison with mine;
the rhythm of life will never

be the same again....