“Where are you?”

In the dire deepest depth,

The cell of this forest is closed upon this sight,

A sight,

A sound,

A drowning of stimuli,

Where is the night?

Where has it gone?

You have left in its embrace.

The sound of the morning rise,

Reminds me of your loves demise,

For days ago I held your heart in my hands,

Now the grasp is open, revealing nothing but the sands,

Of the passage of time,

 The erosion of our loving monument,

Breaking, cracking,

 Into shoddy compliments,

Hollow, so echoes the call,

“Where are you?”

Where are you this fall?