Without any sunshine
Dec 29, 2020
As I looked around
things are no longer
once what they were.
It was not just the gradual changes
nor the departing Fall leaves
that made things so eerie
that made crazies out of you and me.
Dysfunctional became our rhythm
however blinded we were
our many emotional tumults
exposing us bare
to a love verging on the austere
where intimacy is rare
as lies embalm our precious sphere.
The many lies we said
the many plays on death
a heart probed by fiery lust
is capable of turning worlds into dust
as you did with mine,
traveling, since you left,
without any sunshine.
