Gone along your winding road

So you tell me then theres nothing more
thats all, thats it.
and it kills me,
but I've died so many times before
these seeping wounds, flow and unable to staunch
I'll look to your horizon perpetually
the threadbare sunset in its frail glory...
warm against the pounding rain, but insides split
soul turned fragmentary
and so I regress, through ruts worn deep
to calm familiarity
in the absence of your blazing embrace