1 min readMay 21, 2016
Separation.
There is a rainbow on the bed where you used to lie
A refraction of the light
A reflection of our nights
A transient spectrum that makes
me cry.
There is a cruel sun through the window where you used to stand
Watching and waiting
Not premeditating
The man with whom you once held hands
There is a breeze passing by, gentle and warm
A cloud in the sky, floating alone
A bird in the tree, as Spring feels due
But where now there is me, there isn’t a you.