Nothingness

Morning comes

silently stepping

cleaning after dreams

running away.

She’s far from you

woken up

swallowing the last star

leaving the sky blank

undecorated.

Lost one more time

without a sign.

She’s left.

Her room

it was a cold one

running through

the desert of time

his hair

pulling closer

to find the absence…

There is no honey left

next to that tree.