Desiccated

When a new day arrives
and there is no sign of you,
no message, no lingering presence
—the smell of you fades away
from the gifts you left behind.

Lonely muted nights
—used to drive me mad,
but I have untangled
from what you've left the last time.

Despair and blaze—died unexpressed.
Now this distance you've put in place
makes it seem like we are eons away.

With the murdered heavens and a billion stars
—separating us at all times.

Nowadays it's just 
dead, frozen, uninhabited land.
And again, you are
the missing nuclear — lost in the space light.

This time I am not allowed to die.
This time you are leaving me to dry.