You don't even know it's gone,
at first.
It's dead but you
can't seem to see;
it's too much to
possibly be understood
and ends in the
rejection of realty.

You still see the light
for a while
it's still there in the sky,
not yet only a memory.

But the heat fades
and as the last ray
of what was, for a time,
the most beautiful
illusion in the universe
passes you by

and it hits like
a gust of snow-laden
winter wind in what
moments ago was
the longest summer of your life.

The only summer of your life.



The realization returns that
the universe is bent on
keeping you to itself;

You are alone.

Some nights you can
catch a glimmer,
memories of what once laid


in what is now the largest
imperfection in your sky.


She was there
until the universe
said no.






"Twinkle twinkle little star"...
how I wonder


where you are









I miss the way you lit up my world...

but its ok,
without you there's just
nothing left to see.