May 05

One I Found

I’m waiting for the day
the sun doesn’t rise. 

I’m sure it will be like any other:
cold dew on the grass,
coffee in the morning,
quietly waking in the dark
to pull on thick knit sweaters
and scratchy wool socks. 

I won’t miss it. 

I won’t miss the gradual warmth
and the golden smudge of light
on the floorboards. 

I won’t miss the sun’s flame
methodically lighting the world’s candle. 

You confessed once,
when you thought I was asleep, 
that you tell a lot of lies. 

I couldn’t understand
until now.