She twinkles in the night. My little starry light.
I snuff her out of sight. To finally feel just right.
She becomes a her. Just another word.
Or was it a verb that I didn’t deserve.
Some day we’ll walk to the edge of tomorrow and leave yesterday behind.
Our footsteps will plant new memories upon the nightmares that once lived here. That once grew here.
Some day we’ll no longer need a one day and our today will be enough.
I see that some day on the horizon. Pushing against the day I want to forget.
Rising thought. Why do you rise?
Coming up as a new thought in disguise.
A long lost name remembered.
From that day in December.
When you let both my hands fall.
And life became so dismal.
I rose once before.
But your rising thought I cannot ignore…
Concrete garden over me.
Automation inside of me.
Stone floor solid as can be.
Walls to block the beauty.
My concrete world supposed to be.
A grown-up world no child should see.