Math for Mourning Lovers

I have broken my love down

To a mathematical equation

Stumbled upon a truth that has applied

Each time I've drowned in an ocean

Of anguish for love that was lost

My mourning lasts exactly

1.5 times the length of the relationship

From the day of its conquering

To the day I release it completely

(Don't ask how I discovered this

I think too much about this shit)

But what this means for me today

This horrifyingly exact truth

Is that these last twinges of dulling grief

For you

Have only thirty days left to live

I feel like a soldier

I feel like a survivor

Only one more moon cycle until

I no longer have to taste your absence

On my breath 

The Sunset Struggle

The weight of all these sorrows is
So unbearably heavy
At times suffocating and grey
A thick fog of toxicity
(I need fresh air)

The sky provides no relief
Streaked with the citrus and fresh blood
Of a July evening
That only serves as a reminder of where I am not
(I feel older than the calendar says I am)

I want to sink into it
That sky-scape watercolor reality
But instead bury myself in the bed that once
Belonged to two people
And now only to one