What is this feeling, to know of true vanishing?
Not the simple fade of a sunset, but a
Slip through existence,
The closing of eyes to an empty room
And blinking them open to
Your lover standing in front of you.
But this time it is instead a blinking from loving
Anticipation to sleeping alone again,
Wondering when they'll be standing in front
Of you, sunlight finally streaming through
The blinds.