do you ever notice,
how i won’t stop making jokes,
just to make you open the curtains,
let your teeth open the blinds,
as they peel apart, crescent moon shaped
letting your natural light flood over us,
even in the dark of mid-morning bleariness.
(brightness,
creating brown eyes glazed in honey,
my morning coffee).
but then somewhere above,
a cloud overcasts the rays.
minor eclipses, everyday
stealing the moment from me.
the sky has a way of telling you to look away,
i think.
but i’ve never been a fan of reality checks,
i don’t think.
as always, it’s bittersweet,
to see you in grey one more time.
a sepia photograph reminding me,
always,
that sometimes what’s for you,
does goes by you, with the wind
never to be had or held again.
but instead of dwelling on it,
i weave these dulled threads into a blanket,
cotton, familiar, protecting,
to put over my heart.
because every time you look at me,
as the light comes in,
i can see exactly what she’s falling,
drowsily, wholeheartedly
in love with.
and i won’t tell a lie, old boy
it hurts.
