Unlike the Stars

Fifteen days have passed like an old widower
The clouds begin to finish their tyranny—
I miss you like a young man, passionately
Wholly, consumed with light grief and loss
And my heart misses you like an old man,
Hoping you do not die before we meet again,
Clinging to every memory, stroll and kiss.
Inside the darkness of these days, the sky
Has cried more for the earth than I for you,
We each have kept ourselves busy, and again
The sun is a hopeless romantic, harsh but warm
Often cowering behind atmospheres; not we—
My love, you and I shall be reunited, for unlike stars
Which cannot hold the earth any closer,
You shall be in my arms again.