Shadows...

If I am only to shadow the days Your sunshine left me I do so not only under moonlight; I do so daily. Day and night and incrementally In the twilight, steps in between walking alone In sorrow that extends further than any shadow; its width is an ocean in search of you at all lengths. Its depth is deeper than any grave or separation Can -be tolerated. And yet I cannot bear the pain Of shadowless sunshine beside me ever again. It is, a loathsome feeling to be in love with shadows, Especially when they've taken their leave of you. And you of them. ~or~ If I am only to shadow the days Your sunshine left me; I do so now Under moonlight with a whitish grey brow I do daily in a hopeless malaise. Ah, day and night, and incrementally In those twilight, steps in between walking Alone in sorrow that extends longing Further than shadows fundamentally: Its width is an ocean in search of you. At all lengths. Its depth—deeper than any Grave or separation can hitherto Ah, the loneliness, the ignominy— Of losing you, I cannot bear the pain. Of shadowless sunshine beside me ever Again. It is a loathsome endeavour. It's vile to be in love—tragedienne. Ah, with shadows, especially when they've taken their leave of you. And you of them Who'd have thought I'd be left here to condemn to contrive another way to survive?