For me the mourning after
came close enough to nightfall
that I really feel no yearning
for yet another dawn.
But, had the darkness
befallen nearer daybreak,
would the photophilia
have spontaneously resumed?
Empty counterfactuals.
The answer’s in my nature
begot by
and beholden
to yours.
More to do
with meaning
and maternity
than melancholia.
And all of this I know
because I’m not the only one
who misses you so.