Disintegration of Self

Empty spaces,
fill my world today.
Places,
where you should have been.
Spaces which
you used to fill,
with your love,
your laughter.
Sweet nothings
which I used to whisper ,
are heard no more,
nor said.
Parts of me which were you,
are missed.
Like iron,
left out in the rain too long;
I slowly fade
and a void remains.
Every single day now
I witness
disintegration of self.

["Broken Man" image credits to Ben Wisely]