The sun rises with each passing new day,
And brings sorrow and mischievous false hope—
Praying the pain will go away!
For each turn—I descend—led astray.

Your parting left me void of
words, my crushed heart and your
memories shared evoked; hung by rope.
My heart is haunted. Hunted.

I will remember what we savored,
delicate swirls flowing over my lips—
the taste is bittersweet and downed quickly.

I am filled with you completely.
I suffer, overwhelms and trips,
How? I’m broken to pieces instantly.