[here is the thing—]

here is the thing—

i want to tell you about the sunrise.
in an unguarded moment i think
you would like this, the drama of it
with an old smile in my heart:
then i remember all the pain I've caused you,
how i am trying to free you from me,
and the sunrise flames to char.
a familiar lump settles in my neck,
because this is how i love you—
but i never helped you see it
and now i hope you never do.








10/07/24