Puzzled

After nights warning and countless hours of running through my head in bed mourning,,, 

Comes morning approaching with golden rays of sun warming all my insecurities and defrosting the bitterness,,,

By afternoon the light switch flips back and forth between on and off with anxiety, doubt and depression,,,

With sunset comes boredom as the comfort starts to fade, darkness slowly approaches along with heavy emotions,,,,

As the moon waves bye to the sun and raises to the sky, your side of the bed still remains empty,,,

Time after time this cycle continues, line after line and I still can’t find the words to comprehend why,,,

You’re Gone,,,