The moon is not visible from my window
And this is good.
Starlight is more illuminating of grief.
I hold my ceaseless craving for your warmth
Gently these days.
I take comfort now in its omnipresence.
The way the stars of this time and of this place
Are merely hints.
Would that I could see nebulas in their stead.
You and the unpolluted sky are both here
Safe in my heart.
Your absence, like your presence, lights my way home.