After you’re gone just
trying to breathe again.
Without you and you’re
gone, how I saw
a world in your
eyes, almost forgotten so
brimmed with tears, dark
and I don’t know
what it means to
move on without you,
without the laughing sparks
of pure light in
which I’d grown so
comfortable, unshaken in your
faith in us joyous.
After your death I
sink seemingly into perception.
Is what I remember
now Just a vision,
was I delirious mad
perhaps, and if love’s
not to life breaking
wildly with monsterous caverns
of lies, still I’d
prefer lonely death in
your soft eyes to
this twitching aimless tragedy
they call a world
infinite, now still falls
like drooping slow rain.
After you I gray
under empty skies dissolve.