My sky collapses ever so slowly,

I remember still that instant our eyes met;
its the remembrance that kills,
its the enduring image of your immaculate blue eyes that torments me so.

The ground beneath my feet shifts, buckling and twisting;
the tremors of an unsettled soul,

I long for much and have given too little,
I awake every morning under the pall of grey clouds,
unsure of when they shall part,
unsure of when this interminable collapse will halt,
unsure of when I can hold and caress you,
unsure of when we can be complete.

My sky collapses ever so slowly, darling.