I lost you again today.
It wasn't sudden-
Your absence settled into my hand,
Sewn in like a button.
But it wasn't you,
But the light that threads through,
Stitching its warmth where you once outgrew.
Quietly,
I place my hand in the sun's soft glow,
Chasing the warmth you silently stole.
The heat,
Though a shadow of yours,
Was close-
I almost tasted home,
But it left a sour lump in my throat.
It was still a taste-
Better than leaving your tongue dry.
I lapped up the heat
Until my blisters split and dried.
I'm standing outside,
Anywhere but nowhere without you,
Trying to cup liquid sunlight,
But it slips right through;
Every hue feels empty now,
In the wake of you.
I guess that is the price
For loving you.
