Absent

my eyes gave up crying today

over the past week they
have been inundated
with tears

but that’s understandable

my whisky sits-still
wrapped in a glass made
of crystal

as usual
upon sipping
i salute the moon for its time
and for always being there

-when you come to visit

i hold the curtain open for you
and we sit together

i pick a rose from a passing cloud
and place it upon the bed in your lap

you leave

back to the comfort of the stars

its so damn difficult
knowing we will always
sleep in separate
beds