These cloudy nights I'm grateful
For how I cannot see you,
The way the water blocks your eyes
And makes my heart less see-through.
One year ago we made a choice
How fateful that weekend was,
By chance insomniatic texts
Lead to a night sin lust.
My car, coffee, a couch, so free,
I could spend days remembering,
My love for you had expanded
And beauty lead to simile.
"Your eyes are like the brightest stars."
And so began a life of soil
As I can only look down.
Not up, above, at those lights
For if I do I frown.
I recall your use of words
Beating around the bush,
Eventually you came to terms
And "I L you," came, pushed.
They say a prestige only works
If you can reappear.
I know you are not a magician
For nowhere are you near.
And since you left,
My heart feels cold
Whenever I look up.
I can't help but to wonder if
This will persist enough,
To drag onto my oldest days
How I had pushed my luck.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
These cloudy nights I'm grateful
For how I cannot see you,
The way the water blocks your eyes
And makes my heart less see-through.
One year ago we made a choice
How fateful that weekend was,
By chance insomniatic texts
Lead to a night sin lust.
My car, coffee, a couch, so free,
I could spend days remembering,
My love for you had expanded
And beauty lead to simile.
"Your eyes are like the brightest stars."
And so began a life of soil
As I can only look down.
Not up, above, at those lights
For if I do I frown.
I recall your use of words
Beating around the bush,
Eventually you came to terms
And "I L you," came, pushed.
They say a prestige only works
If you can reappear.
I know you are not a magician
For nowhere are you near.
And since you left,
My heart feels cold
Whenever I look up.
I can't help but to wonder if
This will persist enough,
To drag onto my oldest days
How I had pushed my luck.
San Diego.
