Dark, just dark.
Is she ever coming back?

Twinkle stars in infinite kindness.
I wonder….
If the falling rain
Was sent to drain away all the ink I sling?

Cold rain, and gray clouds
Only darken the heavens above my eyes.
Constellations, satellites.
Days and days not within my sights.

Dreams, fantasies.
I dream of the afterlife.
I dream of you.
How could I dream of anything else but you?
And, how I can get there from here?

Stars and rain fall, drop.
You aren’t here and I’m the same.
I’m not there and I fear you’ve changed.