The Missing Piece

Your absence leaves a constant hole in the world.

That hole is the space that I go to when I miss you.

But you're not there anymore.

Although you were always there for me, I knew you desperately needed someone to be there for you.

Your heart held so much love.

Love for everybody,

even those who you didn't really like.

I spend my days sitting alone.

Picturing you there with me.

Nights are spent grieving what we would have had in the future. 

Grieving the time we were robbed of. 

Life was tough, but you were tougher, 

your strength and selflessness was beyond admirable.  

David, you will always be my missing piece. My person.