The
marks we human leave
are
too often scars,
like
the creases on the sheets
where
our skins spoke.
Making
babies to memories
we
never believed we could fly!
Tangerine
trees and marmalade skies
whoever
believed in goodbyes?
You
staring at me, how can I forget the sight
the
moment I thought, you'd say the words
I had
longed to hear, you grunted, "I need a cigarette."
And
never came back that night.
Sickly
deranged, I do find that one blissful moment
when
I wake up, first thing in the morning
I
feel nothing, a sense of calm; it is
relieving
to become a blank slate, innocent like a child-
All
at once.
"I
look so fat", "I am so vain"
learning
lessons of self-worth by every strike.
Whoever
said you only love once,
never
tasted his own tears of pride.
Why
can we not hold each other, without defining
who
we are, how we belong; why do
us
holding hands, make no sense when we say we're friends still?
It
all makes me wonder if the sun is ever sad.
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