Last night the sun didn’t set--
it fell.
It fell into the depths
of the ocean,
it fell into an abyss of stars.
No light is shed on your eyes
anymore, I am not
distracted by their
understanding hue.
The light fell from your smile,
and now every time
it feels new,
almost unfamiliar.
The sun fell from an era


Of longing, of ailment,
of competition, of pseudo-romance.
The room I made for you
in my heart
has no windows and the lightbulbs are out.
The future I made for you
in my mind
is dark.