Analysis of My Sadly Familiar Abyss

She sits there,
Always seeming to stare.

Her familiar eyes,
Where happiness dies.

With every glance I reminisce,
My memory an empty abyss.

A mother entity,
A considerable piece of my identity.

And yet I remain heartbroken,
Despite not a word spoken.

Your departure at the time was insignificant,
Now it's an unforgettable incident.

Your beauty is sorrow,
Maybe I'll see you in the morrow.