There is a space in your arms that used to be mine.
Remortgaged in my absence to
The Nameless Successor. I envy her with the long hours of unheld hands and nights alone
Every sadness unswept by your gloved hand
And all the heat of losing you.
The nights are robbed of the stars we once watched.
I could say summer took you from me at the rotating of the globe
But the truth is I lost you
Complacent in enchantment