He's gone.

He's quitting.

It's wrong.

It's tormenting.

My heart lurched when I read it.

My heart sank when I read that.

I had to sit.

I arrived at

The conclusion that it was over.

The conclusion that I'd never see you again.

Did I cover,

Did I wane,

my excitement to see you soon?

my knowledge that you wouldn't be back?

This sadness is intense like the moon.

This depression is dark and black.