sometimes I’m living
hour to hour
because the thought of a whole day
makes me want to crawl beneath the covers
for a decade
sometimes I’m living
hour to hour
because the thought of a whole day
makes me want to crawl beneath the covers
for a decade
she shines on my face
and her moonlight
soaks through
my body
the ecstasy
of being seen
to be wise
to grow
into someone who no longer cares
what a man thinks
I dream of feeling
the sun on my face
instead of
the tears on my cheeks
every time a child says
they are eight
I whisper a small prayer
they will live to be nine
I miss you
like you are dead
I mourn you
while you lay
beside me
I miss you
like I am dead
all I hear
is your heartbeat
in my mind
your voice
in my bones
and feel the sun
the world
is alive
I
am alive