Epitaph

A cold and unseen sun
Sets into mists of grey,
It ends the light of day
And there will follow none
Without you…

One dying leaf or other
They fall to meet the ground,
Next to a tree that found
It will not grow another
Without you…

A drop of rain has fallen
Birthed bitter by dark eyes,
Looks that no longer rise,
For they will never open
Without you…

A final breath is gasped
Out of a frozen chest
That will soon go to rest
For it just gave it’s last
Without you…

Nadir