He took what solace he could find,

spending long desolate hours walking the fields,

sitting in the church,

letting the music there transport his very soul 

to such magnificent heights, where all sorrow fled 

his heart and mind.

But each time, upon opening his eyes

his ruined heart was cleaved in two again at his remembering.

Increasingly he felt adrift.

In fact, at times positively lost.

Even work no longer held his fascination,

consumed as he was by dark thoughts of where she may have gone.

Some days, if she thought about his beloved face

 she almost could not remember

why she had even left,

and regret clutched at her heart

until she could no longer breathe.