Where is Your Sun?

Hey, you’re not here

and I’m beginning

the crux

of my tomorrows

without you

safely tucked

inside my yearning heart.

I step into bleak darkness

of pregnant clouds,

as I strain to reach

your absent hand.

My tears congeal

in stagnant rivers, as

ribbons tying us together

become frayed

and tattered shreds.

The sky ignites,

spewing out

your flickering image

in volcanoes of

gray lava, leaving

a trail down the tracks

we have trod.

Although it was time

for you to leave,

you breathe