As the curtains pale
with the light of dawn,
I turn to you but you are gone.
The crisp cotton pillow undisturbed,
no watch on the bedside table.
This is the first day
of the rest of my life,
my life without you, without us.
There will be many more I fear.
With the curtains wide
I salute the sun, grateful for the warmth,
yet resentful of the lack of compassion,
for the dark blue of my heart,
the celestial palette at odds
with the pulse in my veins.