I miss you most when evening falls
And the night closes in,
Darkness calls.
It is the voice of the lonely
And darker thoughts begin.
I look for meaning
And find only
You.
I look around my room.
You made my life real.
I feel I could walk through the walls;
I could be anywhere, any time
So insubstantial seems my world.
“How long doctor?”
”Perhaps two years.”
“What about a transplant?”
“Unlikely with your record.”
Friends and family are kind and loving
But only I know the cost
Of what I lost.
You.