Remnants of Remembrance

The nimber lingers, numb, errs to the bone,
I think it’s an eight, but it’s five stories home,
Thirteen thousand decades I’ve spent alone,
You were. The cornerstone.

Your absence is filled with a loss that cannot be contained, even though I live everyday under the illusion that it’s more life I gained, I think about the getting older part without your help in navigating this maimed plane.

Where are you now echoes silently in my ballistic brain, reverberating in septic dream tank scenarios that can neither be blasted away, or maintained.

Rearranging reality with neverending black mirror games, every matrix lesser due to fate ordained pain, nothing comes close to serenity, only jeopardy from your temporary prayed stay, now a jaded shaded memory in this space you once made.