It’s hard to know what you miss, until you lose it all.

I woke up this morning,

And I was no longer breathing.

I sat up in the bed and looked around.

Tears flowing,

Eyes red, 

Sobs echoing in the room.

I stood off the bed,

running to my wife,

I wanted her to curl up in my arms,

So I could calm her down,

wipe off her tears,

Stroke her hair like I always do,

To tell her it was going to be fine.

Yet she didn't hear me.

My comforts nor promises.

I turned to my mother,

Begging her to hear me,

Wanting her to listen,

Dying for her words, her chatises and her motherly bothers,

Any of them really, to be directed at me again.

To tell me to comb my hair,

Brush my teeth and look like a man.

Yet she didn't hear me.

My begging nor pleas. 

I woke up this morning,

and I was no long living.

I stood in the room and looked around.

My body still, 

Breathless, lifeless,

Silence emerging from it's mouth.