Poet’s Corner: My Love

Look at me
look passed my eyes
and listen

I do not love you because I have to
or because I fear being alone
or because time moving forward means
having to settle for the things you need

I am not a broken heart
but I get cold when standing under a tree
with the sun on the other side of the world
though, I still crave the deep shades of night
the silence of the sky

my eyes are always wandering
and I’m in a constant search for answers
and there are times when I don’t want to go inside
because going inside means the world becomes small

but I love the way I feel when I walk through our door
and I hear the shower running
and the dog races down the stairs to meet me

after dinner
we lay in bed and through our window
street lights glare
but in the distance, we can see the moon

(we can see the sky through
every window in our home)

and in these nights
in your arms
with the trees and fields
the moon and stars
and you dreaming with your eyes open
I know we’ve created our own world
our own language

and even when the clouds swarm
and the moon can no longer be seen
and everything of nature creeps back
into the dark crevices of earth, our love,
like a star after death
will shine on

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