cold sunlight of the morning

The first and 

last thought

of every day is of you;

Last words, what - understanding did we reach

in the foyer

Does this mean

the end is actually here

& I’m just not

Seeing or feeling or being

(in the same place); @ an end

must it be?

It’s overwhelming; these

Feelings, I can’t change

Having the wisdom to know

One from the other;

Patience a virtue, but not one

of mine, at least,

I know what I can and can’t

Control, an issue

The problem.

I can’t change nor

control how I

Ache in your absence.