04 May 2014 "Better Than a Promise"

Through the window of your hands,

my fingers trace scars

and I am reminded of the tideline.

I didn’t know the sea could be so black,

but I suppose I should have known:  

loss is dark because

it takes more than one color

to make.  

Take me from the shoreline

I want to understand

what wild is elsewhere.

If you write me

notes in the dark,

I swear it will feel better

than a promise.

I want to understand

why you don’t sleep

when the sun goes down.

Embrace me with your sorrows,

convince me no one is ever

who they say they are.

I know it’s pain that haunts you

but how long until the ghosts

overshadow me too?