He is gone.
I am all alone.
I have to accept that I will never see him again as he was.
Energy cannot be created; energy cannot be destroyed.
Energy only changes form.
He is still here.
He is here in another form.
He speaks to me. I hear him. But I question.
My mind tells me he is gone.
My heart tells me he is here.
My soul has ripped apart as I cry out for him.
Come back to me, Tom, I need you, please come back.
I am alone…so alone.
I hear with my heart; I am right here, and I never left.