First effort was poor. Here's a second (equally chirpy) try.
You leave me again, every day.
The raw, intrusive memory
is tantamount to the act.
I stir and recall. Lament and sleep.
And greet day from the wrong side of night.
I think the sun to me says loss
so let it sink, down, down.
Drown it in the horizon deep
and bring on commiserable black.
Let me dream unlikely dreams.
Forget that loss is not a void.
No blank, narcotic nothing.
It is me, my town, the galaxy and
every unbearable thing, all flooding in
with daylight and your sensible farewell.
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