Dawn-

I'm not sure what is darker; the night on which you left us, or the shadow that took your place. Emptiness stalks me like a vulture, getting high on my distress as it waits for me to collapse. I see less of the sun these days, though I anticipate its illuminating warmth. It is not that I see the sun less frequently, but rather with less comfort and reassurance than it once brought me; it shines a duller shade of light. All is darker where the sun dawns over sorrow.