I am uncertain which part of me remembers
The other side of morning when the world stopped
It’s turning to let the sun rise.
The sky was a different color I can no longer paint.
And each part of me begs for forgiveness for
Breaking the limbs and the branches off
The old oak tree.
For they no longer carry beauty.
I walk away without my eyes
Having left them in the mirror
Staring at my own reflection
Wet from the sunset
I lie there glistening
Like the tears I wait to fall
Blind inside my own shadow
My empty rooms that guide me to my heart
Scared in a closet
Waiting for the moon to turn on the light
And the stars to fall
So that I might make a wish
And find the in between of the days
I’d spend with you
There you in the mirror
Like the birds you throw your bread to.
Carefully you wait
It loses its shimmer in the pale afternoon
When you pull out your chair
Aware of the darkness approaching
I turn on a light.
I turn it off
I open the window to let light in.
All at once I feel me in my hand
Fly away like a bird
But I’m asleep
Storing dreams and clouds and words and rocks
And I’ll keep them in my cardboard box
Until it gets wet
From memories I can’t forget
And dreams I’m too blind to see.
I’m uncertain which part of me
Remembers the other side of me.