SORROW

People keep saying
you are strong, you can get through this.
What is strong?
Being able to breathe each day and drink and eat?
Just existing?
I hate to point out that unless I wanted to croak, I must do the things for minimum existence.
My heart isn't in it
I feel like I am aimless and invisible.
Most of the ones I loved the most are departed.
They are in another realm I cannot see.
I know I am supposed  to carry on.
How can I when you were the reason I started  my day.
How can I when you were all I wanted.
How can I when there is no solution no compromise with death.
Life is  around me yet I am not engaging.
I return to counting the days  
The last time I saw you.