Personified

If you listen you can hear it,
the sound of a heart beating
still, the sound of a loss so
hard to bear...
Survivalists say of the strong,
running to something is far
better than running away.
I am not running away...
What is there to run to now
when the unshakeable has been
brought to the core.
Why would there be nothing save
the whys of pain and emotion that
have become this nightmare.
He still haunts
my waking hours, still haunts
through the long ago
and far away,
where he sat next to me
at the ocean,
prophecy personified,
a faceless dream offering
consolation to a life torn, to
a light having gone out, how
much clarity is needed now?
How was I to know this would be
the consolation?