A poem
The space between heartbeats
where I feel your absence,
an ache that echoes
through cavernous loneliness.
Memories trace your silhouette
on the vellum of my mind,
whispers of passion still lingering
in the ocean of my longing.
Your love was the sun
warming the winter chill of me,
now swallowed by encroaching dusk
the horizon alight with fading embers.
Nights without you
an endless darkness.
Stars but no moon,
its glow extinguished.
Morning rays creep over the bed
but no warmth can permeate this cold
as I reach for an impression,
left long ago in symbols.
In the spaces between breaths
I search for you still,
in dawn’s pastel illumination,
in midnight’s stark moonlight.
Hope wanes with each sunset
and waxes with each new sunrise,
a cycle of light and shadow
of your memory rising and falling.