Focus: This Picture (III)

Since you have been gone
my fears have become a person
that holds darkness by the hand.
I grow scared
of rain, it is now a scare that pains.

I no longer see light in this tunnel
because a stream of darkness
takes me to contemptuous galaxies.
I become sky alone without the stars.
Don’t blame me, you left with the strength.

So I may be old but not of my heart,
I may bear wrinkles that can fold your smile
but I still fear the day my eyes will close
I fear I may never open them again
so please, leave this door open.

Ruddapoet