Too Quiet

I sit here alone.
The silence is deafening.
It's so quiet now.
You left and you took all the sound
What is left?
You faded and so did the color.
A piece of me broke away,
Lost with you.
Why did you have to go?
Was it your choosing?
Or did someone dictate it?
Was your brilliance stolen away?
Because now there is silence.
It's suffocating.
And the shadows.
I looked up to you,
My guiding light.
Someone made you leave,
Now I'm left here.
It is often too quiet.
Your bloom is wilted now
Long before its time
And yet I watch
Two budding roses
Just beginning to bloom
What a wonder,
How vibrant the lives you left
So strong and so young
Maybe I will see new light
Maybe I will
be just enough
to watch your
children grow
and bloom.
I love you,
Matthew.
Rest now.