Emptiness pours back in

Mortality flares from every mirror 

Glares 

Reflections of

A constant reminder 

Of all that’s lost 

And all that will never 

be

     again. 

After this 

Dreams come in 

A rapid succession 

Rain, such a comfort!

Anyone’s tears but your own

Hell, everyone’s 

Everyone’s Hell. 

Digression. Dissolution. Decay. 

Feelings of drought

As the emptiness is drained, 

and the tides don’t return, 

and the sun is clouded for 40 days 

behind the driving home sunrise out 

of reach but never out 

Of mind 

And us, 

            Our 

Fleeting smiles lost in ashes 

Disguises as unending as unwavering 

The only thing immortal 

Here