Isabella - This is a misc. write. it's not labeled as poetry, but the first stanza is surely that. The second however, seems disconnected from the first, both in structure and intent. why not pull the two together through a structural change, perhaps as so:
or how i sigh, missing you
how i cry, jelly-like
tears of sorrow, tears of joy
over the best decision I ever made.
It sucks to miss people. And those people always have a way of popping into your head at random moments of enjoyment. It's even worse when its someone you know you have to miss, for your own well-being.
The main description in this is gorgeous. You describe the sun so beautifully. Sometimes nature sorta bowls me over with not just its beautiful but also how much it needs to be respected. And then the second stanza is just perfectly said. And the revelation of that composed with revelation of the rising sun is excellent.