This thing that comes to me in waves washes over my face like a hard rain My heart is a stream of tears that drains down my sleeve and into a hole left by the piece of me that is now missing I feel no shame in crying All I feel is loss
When I say that you are my Sun, I don’t mean that you are Luminous, Brilliant, Gilded, Beautiful, Bold, Warm, Or even the center of my universe. I simply mean that I cannot look at you Without hurting