Sorrow Poem by Phillip Ellis

In the day
when overhead will be grey
and made out of clouds,
you will look at me, and say

that it's time,
time to depart, break the rhyme
that binds each to each,
and time for no sun to shine.

And, at night,
one of us against the light
that shines bright out through glass,
will try not to cry, will fight

against tear
and the darkness pressing near,
no daughter nor son
to hold close, or ease from fear.

So, then, so
be it: the shadows will grow
like ghosts, we will stray,
you will look at me, and go.