"Sun," by Rachel Storey
My sun is gone
Burned out and collapsed
In white-hot supernova
A departure much like its arrival
Scorching, blinding, completely unexpected
I remember
the day it appeared
Brightened my sky
So beautiful, I was transfixed
y world - so cold, so gray, so dull
Sprang to life at its warmth
and I forgot
never to look at the sun
I remember
the night it fell from my sky
A blaze of glory
Beautiful to the end
But suddenly daytime was dim
and unspeakable sorrow seized my night.
Though other suns have risen
and fallen
somehow they're not as bright
The black hole of my fallen sun
draws me still toward
what I can no longer have
And I've burned my eyes,
my body, my soul
I walked to close to the sun
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