"here I am
letting midnight take over - seeping
endless hours wrapped in wasted music
another nights storm
without comfort or change of season
I trace the blue trickle of tears
with lonely fingers
weaving the black from eye to mouth
perhaps we all get to that edge
where the moon remembers sorrow
you are not here
to whisper me to sleep
storms plays echo across the sky
I find the wind and weep"
~ Lauren, you express your inner-most sadness of your loss very well here, especially, to me, in the stanzas I have pasted above.