Yes, he’s gone–light-years away by now.
You were snuffed out,
threatened with extinction,
extinguished like a candle flame
and disappeared under the black robe of unbearable night.
Wasn’t it me who said loving him was never having loved before?
Wasn’t it he who professed it was impossible to love me more?
There are no stars to get my bearings.
I am lost.
The minutes turn into hours
and every hour becomes another day that he stays away.
My arms cannot grasp the vacuum.
O moon, Help me!
Light the way that I may see.