Watching the Sunrise
OR: We Used To Watch the Sunrise Together
Even after you shattered my sorry
Soul, I could stare at the sunrise all day
Craving the squeeze of your hand around mine
Because while you wondered how it felt to
Love something so much that for a while,
You forget for a moment your failure to love
Yourself, I only saw something I wished
You could see too; it never occurred
To me I could want to reclaim the part
Of me clenched tightly in your other hand.
Now even the ghost of laughter is gone,
But here you are, painting my soul into
Endless gray skies awaiting the downpour
After an eternal drought (never to come).
God forbid you let a little light break
Through your hollow dark, even a mere spark.
Sometimes my eyes imagine a sunrise
Standing in the waves alone, but never
Are they clear enough to find the color
Through their own blur- I weep…
