The ghostly moon,
transparent in the blue afternoon,
waits patiently for its time to shine
while me losing you consumes my mind.
Bright pinks and blues fade as the sun begins to rapidly sink,
portraying how you left in such a hurried blink.
Darkness devours the remaining color in the sky.
The stars begin to shine, for they are not shy.
Although their beauty agaisnt the midnight blue
have no comparison to that of you,
they still compete for my attention.
But your gravity insistently grounds me from ascension.
The moon expands to light the night,
in hopes of aiding in this vicious fight.
Despite all this, they fail to see
the enormity of your control over me.
Temperatures drop as the night grows strong.
I see my breath as I contemplate what went wrong.
The silence of the night is prominent,
coercing me to bear in mind your callous heart so dominant.
Meteors burn and fall as quickly as tears on my cheek,
And yet you are still the only one I seek.
When will the sun come back to life?
And mask the pain of your wounding lies.