This is wrong.

I know it's a year and that both of you have moved on.
I am so glad for you, and I try to plough on.

But now I find I wander the house at night.
I'm trying to find you, but you are nowhere in sight.

I try to find the positives in life like before;
But right now all I feel is the absence of what was before.

I come home from work, and am surprised not to find you.
I see a boy jogging, and I'm surprised he is not you.

Nightmares engulf me during my sleep.
But now, during the daytime, I find I am steeped in one too deep.

Why is there nobody watching TV?
Why is there nobody raiding the fridge?
Why is there nobody telling me he has no clothes?
Why is there nobody telling me he needs to draw?

My mind knows that you are both forever gone;
But it is the rest of me that shrieks "this is wrong".