Love Has Set (ottava rima)

Now his brief light has set, life is one long      
and everlasting sleep, so I'll just make      
the least fuss every day - I'll sing my songs      
of love and lust and passion; I'll equate      
each day to his short lifetime; repeat wrongs      
to support needs and frailties; I will wake,      
denying possibilities; repose      
is not for sleepless ones; I'd kiss his nose...    
     
In photographs upon the mantelpiece,      
he stares so luminously; decayed suns      
leave me at dusk to shine elsewhere; release      
my bleak feelings, before dawn has begun      
to find promising new ground: his decease      
is the great gift no one would want; I'm numb      
and drained of pleasure, though my tears still wet      
tomorrow and tomorrow - love has set...