This is my lament

Have you ever lost someone close?
Lost the never imperfect rose,
The smells, and sights that were ever so dear,
Then when death takes that worst fear,
Your walls become cracked and shattered,
They start to crumble and memories become scattered,
Shards of stone and glass that become sliced through the mind,
Months before the illness was a sign,
The tears are still wiped away everyday,
By the pillow where you always lay and remain to stay,
There is no feelings left to lift the spirit,
Left behind the mask everyday remaining to fear it,
Your cares have gone,
The life is done,
The part of your life to share,
You won't possibly get back,
This is my Lament.