Ashen.

Immense pain.

Trying but failing miserably.

Anger brews at the self; it is comforted with trickles.

She blames nobody but herself,

For missing You.

She doesn't want to.
She doesn't enjoy this.
She's not being stubborn.

She cups her mouth with her hands as a wave overcomes her,

And she bursts into tears.

Try as she might, a portion remains ashen.

For a large part of her has died ever since.