poetry

“awake?”

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,

anything.

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.

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