Continuous Day Has Become Endless Night

It's always night ever since she's been gone.
She's dead so why is it that I'm the one
who feels like a phantom, living like a ghost?
An outsider who people don't see,
They look thru me like I wasn't there.
And i ignore them as well.

I live - subsist - in a land of perpetual darkness.
She was the light of my world, she shone like the sun.
Beneath the sheets her womanhood was as
the sun behind the clouds.

Now that she's gone, it's as if I were a captive on a spaceship
Traveling into the blackness of the galaxy,
So far from the sun that it has become a faint star,
One star among many twinkling points of light.