I could not see the sky while you were gone.
My eyes had lost their will to see the stars.
You’d thrown me into some unseemly con
Where life goes on despite the ugly scars.

That fall our love had turned the leaves to red,
The corn to gold, and sometimes I would sleep
Outside, your letters safe beneath my head;
But now you’re gone, and silently, I weep.

Your very absence lengthens days and nights.
I sit at home alone; I hold my pen
Above the empty page; I cannot write
"I miss you, wish that you were here" again.

And yet I know inside my heart you’ll come.
We’ll touch the sky when all is said and done.