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Walking through the empty house, it does not feel real.

The plate you used for breakfast still on the table.
Abandoned.
The clothes on the floor still bear your shape, as if you had just left them
They were once part of you, they helped make up who you were

The house echoes with your memory, it grieves quietly, softly
You have not left this world. Most of you is still here.
For how much does a simple body matter, when almost everything we are is in our possessions,
Everything but us.
 

You still exist in the plans you made

Obvious to even an outsider.
You did not go quietly into the oblivion,
You still shout loud and clear; In the bills left on the table,
To be paid later of course, in the photos on the mantelpiece,

In the voicemail that says “I’ll be home soon, don’t worry”

How can you be gone, when everything that made up you is still here?
The car you put your ‘heart and soul’ into, does not speak with your voice
But echoes with you.

You did not expect to leave when you did, but have you really left?

I miss the animation in the clothes in your wardrobe, now lifeless and grey
But sometimes, there is a spark and I can almost see you enveloped in them,
Making them you and you them
 

So much of your identity was in what you wore
This is why I cannot believe you have left.
You are still here, I see you in the videos of time gone by
The clothes that have your smell, the photos that have your face. 

How can something that is captured forever in time ever die
For those frozen memories are forever caught, held softly, gently
Worn by the years of use, comfortable

This is all I have left of you.

Promises of the future, the shells that are your clothes

No longer interesting, missing your spark.
Who are you now, without all this?
Are you the same, with not even your body

For you left that behind too, taking only that which made you you

I wonder now what we are, for those things we leave behind are not really us
If they were, would we really miss those who are gone, 
If we had even one photo to keep them tied to this world.

This was how I knew you were gone… your body no more screamed you.
You were no longer you without you.