The sky does not rise with joy today.
Its light breaks like glass on the edge
of the earth,
shattered by your silence.

The clouds move slowly,
as if carrying the weight of a name
no longer spoken.
Birds forget the direction of flight.
Even the wind loses interest in dancing.

You left without echo,
but your absence thunders louder
than any voice.
And the sun-
burning witness to what was
and what will never be-
lets its sorrow spill
in a light that no longer warms.