gone

I feed off of your memory
It's the only thing keeping you alive
I dream of white roses
The aroma prompts your sweet serenity
Life has become stagnant without you here
I feel your voice in the wind
Far and near
A chill in my heart wont seem to leave
It creeps up my soul and pours into my dreams
Your existence was my ecstasy

Poems are supposed to be posted over in the Personal Poetry section, I believe.

Yours is heavy. I understand. Been there.

Off of is a school marm's nightmare and has to go. But that may not matter, for I feel you need to find the ironic inversion which has her memory feeding off you. At the least, you should drop the of in the first line, then you have a poem. It is easy to relate to and conveys its feeling.

hi My reply in the form of a poem! Although life is shallow/And stagnant/We know we are here .