embarrassing, i know
When the day finally cracks open, who is by your side?
The first song of a sorrowful bird.
The skeleton stitch of a spider’s web.
The fresh blood that drips from a kiss-bitten lip.
Or are you alone?
The light breath under the wing of a dragonfly.
The forgotten baby tooth under the bed.
The drop of rain that never knows the touch of a soft petal of a sunflower.
All I think of is you.
And how small that makes me feel...
But what else can I do?
If I were a loud shadow,
the world would spin the opposite direction,
and fates would be written for the stars above.
If only.
