As a hole, further inside.
When he
goes the earth absconds
and sun turns black in hindsight,
clouds come from the great beyond,
from the most starless and coldest night.
When he disappears the sky expires,
the last
breathe is taken
by my deepest
extinguished fire.
Further inside.
Out of the blue, leaving my mind to its fate,
digging in pain, breaking the thin glass,
something that was asleep now it is awake
opening daintily its eyes which are afraid.
And
further inside his absence brights,
his
figure is blurry and blind,
his
words are bearing in my mind.
So far
as I know, he is not so far,
but every
second weighs,
it weighs
more than the previous one,
leaving me in a sad haze.
