"Art is not what you see, but what you make others see." Edgar Degas

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

The Cold Light of Day



Photo by jchanders


Usually, in the cold light of day 
Thoughts of you fade away.
Today they stayed.

I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not
I’ve seen it both ways
It’s just something to live with now, like mortality.

I went to the park today.
You know the place.
I closed my eyes for a long time
let the sun warm the skin of my eyelids
and remembered.

That's the curse: I can't forget.

I can't forget when life was better.

I can’t forget being calm and excited at the same time.

I can't forget the string of dreams tinged with pink and gold.

I can't forget the promises my younger self to made to this tired heart.

I can't forget what you did to me. What I did to you. I can't forget.

I can't.