Love is Impatient, Love is Unkind

The sun is gone

There is no sun.
Nothing to cover your eyes from.
No shadow, no reflection.
Maybe he was the sun—
or he took it with him.
It's dark, everything is dark;
the warmth— it's gone too.
Intolerable, unbearable, unendurable.
Missing someone this much—
it shouldn't be possible.
But the sun is gone.
It's been gone, ever since everything ended.