Pisaries Creator

Did you miss me much?
At all? Maybe, a little bit? Just a tiny piece? 

I know, I know. 
I have been gone for a while.
Not that I wanted but there was no choice.

My heart does not beat as yours.
It has loved and hated.
It has not destroyed in the same ways.

Those that took a long walk and died.
The final resting places became horrors.

Their bodies needed rest but got death.
They left behind blood and bones.

Their bodies forgotten.
The disease creeping around.

Did you float next to me? 
Learning my secrets? Living in my home?
I ask you again.

How much did you gain when I was gone?