so gone
you are
i taste
the bland
of naught
and far
my fear
hath land
without you
near
my corpse
preys fall
to weight
of yearn
a wailing
wall
at your
return
the sorrow
lifts
and block
by brick
we build
god
gifts
but til
the morn
i see your
light
i wear
a wall
that giveth
flight