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Twisted sheets, mind on stutter
Unable to sort through this midnight clutter
Put it away for tomorrow
But what to do with my gnawing sorrow?
I circle soft blue on color book pages
Hoping the repetition eventually assuages
The raw edged reality of lonely dark hours
Filling the void with Crayola flowers
O Moon, where are you now?

I feel like you left while things were getting so good

Emotions were visiting then passing through

Tears were falling off my cheeks into the cosmic ocean of emptiness

Dreams were appearing as if my heart made them living entities

The night breeze whisked with your radiance danced with the hairs on my legs

My sisters and I absorbed the breath of the galaxy under an open ring in the sky

You hid underneath the holey blankets of silky night clouds

Befuddled by your absence, a confusion arises of how to live in my own light, without your light.
Storage for things I need but not right now.
Can I put my love there?

It's something I will not put away forever.
I'm proud of the mistakes I've made and the glory of love I've lived and died with.
But there's a time to carry my love with me--right next to me--
And a time to store it in the overhead cabin.

I'm a function of 21st Century pragmatism:
Where you don't have to put love away,
you can travel with it.
As your carry-on.

And as I make this decision
to stow my love away
Three feet above my head
I know one day
someday
My love will be sitting right next to me
as we take to the skies.
Southwest 369

— The End —