Rays of Death

Miss you, you
are my sunlight
the rays of unlimited warmth
now gone cold
as my long hair grays
becoming a vast storm cloud
waiting for the coldness,
to take over
So we are reunited,
once again

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[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of someone long widowed who has never stopped grieving. It seems the person is waiting for death, even welcoming it, in the belief it will result in a reuniting with the beloved. Having once worked in a chronic disease hospital, I am familiar with the phenomenon.