I'm here without you and I don't know where I am or where I'm going; everything's a blur. You're gone, just gone. No where to look. No one to question. You're gone and I'm lost. I sit upon cool black leather staring at the traces the moon leaves shining its light through the blinds of my windows. It is ever moving across the night sky, in constant motion as such is time. Time. How much will pass before I see you again? Stare into your eyes, wait for the unexpected smile feel the whispers of your skin as you stand just close enough to me. The moon moves and time pass, but you are still gone. My thoughts bring me back to the hilltop and the dark chasm that was the night sky. Him screaming toward the heavens and me searching vainly. You were gone. Just like that; no hope, no chance, no whim, no flash. You were just gone. I rise from restless rest and find the symbol of your faith glittering gently on my desk. Why you, who so diligently proclaimed belief in only what could be touched or seen would wear such a symbol brings confusion still to this wearied mind. I allow the now cool precious metal to lay peacefully in the palm of my hand. It catches the moonlight at one chance second sending a bright twinkle of the world beyond in through my window. The bright glimmer of your symbol is brilliance in my own dark heart. How ironic it is to me that as quickly as the moonlight was shown and lost in your cross, so quickly you were shown and lost to me. Incomplete are my steps without you by my side. I find myself glancing toward my shoulders expectantly yearning to see a flash of red, but I find no solace I was fed from your strength. You never knew it. I should have said it everyday. And now, you're just gone. If I could just see you again, be near you again; if I could just feel your presence next to me one more time I would hold you in my arms and I would say it: "I need you with me." I would say it everyday. But now it's too late. The chance is over, the moment departed. And now you're simply gone.