I fold the night around me
and I wake up in my bed of molten blue
beneath the shade of the Banyan
as I sniff the last patches of sunlight you sat in
where sometimes the light settled on you like pollen.
I’m here in your Supernova wake
thinking that the brightness will keep you safe, here
and the wind vehemently pushes the cotton sheet
running canyon along my back-
I can only think that your hands are strong
when mine are spent ripping tokens overdue
from the earth by the handful.
I fold the night around me
and I wake looking for some benign truth
as to why the earth was much bigger when I was four
when every day was forever and people like you
were blown like kisses to the stars.
I often wonder if gravity only keeps me here
or whether you’ve found yourself a better place
migrating, instinctually inside the cupboard or the sheets
so you can go in there to hide.
Oh, my heart breaks for this poem… The longing wistfulness and memory were felt deeply. Wonderful!
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Its definitely a tough one to read but I’m so glad you’ve read it and can appreciate the pulling of emotions 🙂 thank you very much!
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😊 You’re welcome
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