He sits there,
Silent and disconsolate.
His heart is a mess, His mind taken over by
The intoxicating smell
Of her.
              A putrid glance attracts his attention
              The blackness creeping by, Slowly.
Embracing, Hesitating. Silent footfalls.
No control anymore.
               Every move an impulse,
               Given birth by longing.
And grief?
She who was the moon, Is clouded now.
She who was the sun, Eclipsed.
                Without her light, he is
                                                                                          Lost.
He is of her, Filled with thoughts of her,
Her smile, Her laugh Her hair,
The way she drew stars in a never ending sky
                                                                        Of a hopeless breath.
he lies down now, overpowered.
Immersing himself in water, he drowns.
                    *in Nothingness.