Life after you

Through that window
From which I watched you go,
Life after you.

The light seems different now
When it streams down
Through the window.
The covers no longer
Have the shadow
Of your body.
No caresses linger anymore
In my imagination.

The wind seems different now
When a draft slips
Through the window.
I'm not used to snow-
But its another season
That will pass.
Its another season
I will learn to love.

The people seem different now
When I see them below
Through my window.
Sadder stories have been written
Of the sometimes
And the maybes
And the nevers
Of love.

The warmth seems different now
When I see my breath
Fog up the window.
Its no longer
The warmth of bodies,
Memories,
Or futures,
But of today and
And of the living.

The memories seem different now
When I feel their marks
On the window.
Each crack is now part of me
and my personality
That I no longer fear.
This cage may burn
But even the pieces where
I loved you will survive.

The mess seems different now
When I see it reflected
Through the window.
In the home that
I once knew was mine
And now I slowly redefine,
Turn it into a museum of escape
To make the body whole again.

The loneliness seems different now,
When I see it
Through my eyes in the window-
Through that window
From which I watched you go.

Life after you...