What is Left

What can you say when the words just will not come out? 

What is there to say when the inspiration is gone? 

How can you paint a picture with words when you cannot see the colors anymore? 

The stars still sparkle over head while the wind whips at my face. 

The crisp night air leaves a lingering trace. 

What once came so easily is now gone away. 

I lost my inspiration on that unforgettable day. 

I no longer know the words to speak, or the thoughts to replace.

I can no longer hear your voice telling me to get it straight. 

A life which was once full of child-like laughter, has now turned into utter disaster. 

The sun is less bright and longer is the night. 

Since the day you were ripped away from family and friend. 

No one even knew how close it was to the end. 

What is left for us to do but pick up the pieces of our broken hearts,

And start counting all the missing parts.