the sun
unedited, written in 10 minutes, and probably totally emo. but here it is. my thoughts about the ending of my 1.5 year relationship, magically compacted into a short poem for your convenience.
how does it devolve into anger?
what was once the basis of our days
what once woke us up with the piercing energy of beauty—
“look, it’s the day!”
sun fighting through the sheer green cloth
what once held us upright
with the calm grace of Virginia Wolfe
a cup of tea just made
soft footsteps on linoleum
a quiet kiss
how does a life become nothing?
an opposite become the original?
boxed in their own days—
unable to get past something
something
wounds of guilt and betrayal
blocking out the sun
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