One Week Gone

This is a very raw work that I just sat down and wrote. I had to get it out.

One week gone yet time stands still; your presence is here with me
Tears come against my will
Why can't anyone see? This pain it burns, yet yearns
I miss your voice, your kiss, your touch
Even missing fights; I miss you that much
Your soft skin turned to wax
Your warm embrace, now a statue's cold stare
My wedding, my firstborn; you won't be there
How can I be expected to move, breath, live?

I lost her. What more can I give?
This is an open wound on my soul
You ripped part of me away
I am not quite whole
I never will be again since the day
my mother
died.