We were supposed to go together
Some how I am left here standing
No paths before me or doors
Open to the side
I was supposed to have moved
Onward, yet here I am and here
I will be unless I stand to go back
Then it Started
A poem a day for a year, from my head to here
Then it Started 
The stark, simple structure of this poem enhances the sense of isolation and sorrow experienced by the writer following the unexpected departure of someone close…
The despair and frustration of being locked in a timelessness, devoid of options to move forward is also very strong; the final line, a painful illustration of acceptance that those who are missed may never return…