Somehow tears flow
a steady stream
from a deep well.
You were my rock,
I'm left with sand
trying to walk,
to live.
When I cannot see your face,
nor hear your voice,
Is this better?
You were going to come to me,
your laughter was going to fill my aching sadness
and now all is lost, there is this void to be filled
all because your bright sun
no longer shines on me.
