Tears streamed down his face,
Just as water spills from
Cups overflowing,
As he drove away into the
Cold, black, starless night
(He thought it was always
Supposed to be
Warm here?)
His chest
Crushed by a God
Which would explain the
Hollow thump each time he
Rapped his fingers across
His all-too-prominent breastbone
"He is gone," he thought,
But is that appropriate
Semantics, considering he
Was never here?
 

~Jan Brian Vis