bare, bare, like a midwinter tree
evermore hollow, forever absent.
an illusion of substance, only a dream.
I thought it was there, but nay,
you have left me, empty.
I cannot believe those lies, those truths.
Persisting through the rain, you
were my umbrella. Lost now, in the fog,
I'm blind beyond my hands.
Clothe me in that presence,
that I may shake off loneliness.
I refuse to witness pain. I wander
away. Wistful, overwhelmed with
hiraeth. I've been here many times
before. A wave of déjà vu
crashes into my awareness, replacing blood
with ice. I'm fighting, pushing
you away. I don't want to go here again.
Can't you open your deaf eyes, your blind
ears? You are shut off from my existence.
It must be goodbye.
A sky full of stars, innumerable like these goodbyes.