unbeautiful sunset

I can feel the finality in the pit of my stomach today.
Hands trembling for want of food.
Throat sere; eyes a drought.

you. are not. coming. back.

This is an ending.
An unbeatuiful sunset on a tenure of dreams.

I give you my future that the day might rest.
Tomorrow is no longer mine.

I will sleep without the whisper of your breath upon my neck.
I will wake and rise with no lips to graze my cheek.

I will not let love whither under your gallows any longer.
My soul will not be snuffed by the squall in your wake.
I will wind with the morning wind, with the new gale of a rising sun.

And someday soon I will forget to remember
that you are not coming back.

I will forget to remember
you are not coming back.