in another world,

the sun would touch my face.

instead, in this world,

i'm painting on bruises 

and walking home blurry eyed.

summer, revelations 

and tenuous relationships, 

turned stale. 

Busy going through the

daily motions of life,

we often forget what part

of the lie is real,

going about our day,

we cover up

sorrow's manifest

with a few filtered words

I saw the words unsaid, I knew

You truly meant them, 

Too.

I saw the silence absorbed by

The golden embrace:

You.

I saw your suitcases, the two

Already packed, all

Full.

I saw you packed teardrops as well,

Some were mine, some were

Yours.

And I made no effort, nothing

To hold, hold onto

You.