the greeks thought apollo held the sun
cupped inside his hands like a firefly.
i never went blind from staring too long
but my god,
i’ll never see clearly again.
there was a brightness to you
that made my eyes ache
even now, i feel it thrumming
like the steady pulse of a traffic light
stop. go. stop. go.
i plugged the boat with my own two hands.
anything for a few more minutes,
anything at all,
that word alone made candles cry,
my whiskey-raw throat,
my cellar of relinquishment,
my summer of eternity.
i loved you so much,
i almost understood you
but time only wears you away.
one day, something will grow within
the space you left behind.
i will give this to you, too.