How Is It?

I do not miss you
now you are gone.
How is it then
that when I look
in the mirror
I see a sad man
looking back?
How is it
that when the radio
plays that particular song
without shedding a tear
I cry?
How is it
when someone asks
‘Are you ok?’
I lie?
How is it
when I eat on my own
I am looking pastwards,
caging what I can?
How is it
that I am
no longer what I am?
How is it then
that going out
lacks appeal?
How is it
that with your depart
went everything I ever did,
everything I want to do
and everything I feel?

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