Bethany

I look at you
in the sunset.
I talk to you
when the moon is lit.
I cry for you
in the darkness.

But alas,
I awake.
The sun has risen.
The alarm is buzzing,
The baby is crying,
Birds are singing.

And once again,
I face the cold,
hard facts.
You're gone.
I'm empty,
and it hurts.