saying goodbye is nailing a casket lid

my sun exploded.
universal blackouts and gasped oxygen.
black velvet skies and blue tulle mornings.
see the shadows over the shoreline.
see how they stretch to infinity.
disappear into nothing.
a straight line, the horizon says.
bleak promises, the moon says.
poetry readings in the twilight chill,
serves up hot tea with white vapors.
whispers of the leaves,
cries as they drop to the ground.
its fall, its summer.
its a cycle.
its life, its death.
its everything.