Prompt 32- Goodbye to My Computer

I stand on the red, upturned soil that marks your resting place. My eyes are dry, not because I am not touched by your early departure, but because I have no tears left to give. I was away when the news reached my ears about the accident. It weighs heavily upon my heart that I was not there with you. Was there something I could have done to keep you with me even one more hour? What I would do for that hour. I don't know why I'm saying these things to you, you can't hear me anymore. Oh, I loved you with a passion born of some celestial power. Where will my life take me now that the center of it is gone? Will I spiral into the depths of some deep abis? Will I reside as a recluse, unable to love and be loved? I will clutch every memory with you. I will cherish thoughts of our intimicy, friendship, life, and even our quarrels will be a pleasant thought. If you could hear me I would tell you about how much I love you. I would tell you how I would do anything just to see your smile. I would tell you of a place where we will never part. If you could hear me I would tell you about all the times I didn't say, "I love you," because those words couldn't contain the feelings I had. If you could hear... oh, if only you were here.