the day the sun god walked away
| March 8th, 2002out
like a light
eclipsed by darker moons
around the corner
out the door
of existence
my sun is gone
no more to pierce the clouds
celestial drifting
breaks the fabric
of my certainty
can’t see
or feel the warmth
on my cheek
cold biting tender skin
emotionally frozen
frigid
frostbitten
feelings forgotten
finally
forever