Where are you?

Catastrophe
as the sun set over the red ocean.
Black skies parted.
Twinkling stars sparkled.
The tide breezed in and I realized,
like a mirage,
you were never truly there.

Sick

Spasm.
Painful break.
Ripped up interior.
Aching inside of emptiness.
Air shouldn't churn like this;
creating calamity in an already volatile space.