He lost her
He cant sleep,
Instead he watches the sunrise.
He doesn't mind
seeing the bright, yellow, and orange flames
of the sun set fire to the sleepy horizon,
it only reminds him of the burning candles at her funeral.
Its been so long,
he can't remember the way the sheets contoured her body as she slept.
He only remembers the stiff, shapeless sheet, draped over her, in that cold room
right after he lost her.
He imagines the way she used to rise out of his bed every morning.
How her velvety, black hair swept across her pillow.
He longs to see the moonlight beam into his bedroom window
to light up her white, satin nightgown like it did every night.
But he lost her.
Now its just him, thinking of her,
lost forever in the burning sunrise.