The yellow of the sun soaks into the walls, as zebra stripes disguise.  I am a psychedelic paint-*** lost in a living room.

It always comes at times when I’m feeling alright,
When I’m not really searching but I’ll always find,

Why can’t you come at times when I’m feeling all blue,
Is it because you’ll see me and I won’t see you?

I’m looking pretty clearly, no clouds in my way,
I could lay with you all day and promise I’ll stay.

my heart aches.
what could have been?
memories flood.
who would I be?
tears fall.
why did I go?

My body is well,
the mind dwells,
yet the heart is swelled.

like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.

People ask for rain.
and when they are given rain,
they look for rainshade.


-Frances Jay