It is like they moved away.

It is like being a tree in Autumn,
I am a tree without any leaves.
It is like viewing a couple less colors,
when I open my eyes in the morning to see.
It is like losing a thumb,
you only notice it's gone when you pick up a cup.
It is like seeing a miracle,
and turning around to have no one there to tell.
It is like sleeping the days away,
but telling everyone that you are well.
It is like a deep heart ache,
one that time doesn't help heal.
It is like losing the inner you,
and not knowing how you should feel.