Where light touches you
I see every little crack in your lips,
and every tiny hair on the side of your face
I see every single cell of skin,
and the empty space between them:
the cracks that you seep through
I see the columns of shadow along your eyelids cast by your lashes,
and where tears slide down your temples and into your hair,
I see the little shining copies;
the little crystal streaks
Where light touches you,
yourself is set not in shadow,
but in gold.
New starust slicks the shingles
On the ancient roof of the shed
Where a couple of souls lie to clean
Their greying teenage bodies.
The streetlight turns off at
Half past ten,
I see someone that I wish I looked like and I hope she is living a perfect life with the right body and doesn’t have to stay up as late as I do in order to feel things and doesn’t even know about me or what I do while I wait for things t
every time the
re is uncertain
ty in my life, i
am extremely
calm, because
i know that w
hen it is resol
ved, i will feel h
appy or sad and
either way, i will
Comments
There's a gentleness and sensitivity to this piece that give me tender feels. Somehow, you've made crying tragically beautiful. This poem feels like an expression of pure love and acceptance.
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