Fade to Black

The ice that forms on the window

Cracks in spiderweb veins

That look just like shattered mirrors


The sky is flat and starless

As though the world

Has suddenly become a sealed box


Ever since you died

I have been unable to sleep 

I sit by the French doors

In the big green and white armchair

The one with the matching ottoman 

That you bought specifically for reading and stargazing 


I stare up at the sky for a long time

Knowing that behind the blackness

Are planets and stars and galaxies

But I don’t believe in them anymore

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