Unsung: A Poem

His eyes are hollow and his tears are empty.
He claws at the empty space where she used to be. 
Although his mind is aware of her absence, 
A part of him is still shocked when he finds nothing. 
It's been an hour and he's still gasping for breath. 
His eyes sting with unsung tales of 
Those pretty hats she always used to wear and 
Smiles that could evaporate rain. 
Still, he can't bring himself to shut them. 
He hears his stomach rumble and 
Before he can call upstairs to her, 
He remembers. 
His heart breaks again; 
His hunger fades. 
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--inspired by one of Brandon Stanton's Humans of New York posts from April 20, 2014.
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