Memories of Grief | Eternal Midnight

For mornings when I can't see you
Spicy mint tea...

For brunch a marmalade muffin.
A touch of bitter fits my mood.

A sigh of stardust.
It's like our own Milky Way.

I can't catch up to your distant back.
Look! Twilight creeps up on us.

The distance to you
is like an eternal night.

An eternal pre-dawn...