I thought of you tonight

As rain tapped against my black window

Softly like timid spirits

Asking permission to come in.

I thought of your corpse

Which would be hallowed by now

With flaccid skin like melted rubber

And sunken eye sockets

That told of a departed soul.

I dreamed of your home

Smelling of dead air and ice;

So unlike the warmth of your life.

Memories of you are like the mist

That rises from the tempered asphalt

As the thick tears of the atmosphere

Suffocate the heat of which the

Luminous day had previously bestowed.

It emerges, thick and sure,

Only to simmer and fade away.

I thought of you

And the possibilities of never.

I cried with the Heavens because

There was nothing more I could do.