Sometimes
love is a sadness
a mark against sun
warm rain
stored tears
sometimes on the best of days
you cannot find joy
love can hurt like a sting
reminder
never forgotten
It us better to have felt
all my pain and ecstasy
than feel nothing
and sometimes I see your eyes
graze over me
they are not present
you feel so little like a spindle
growing light of wool
It is as if you need
less oxygen
to function
and in those times, I want to say
oh love me as if we were dying
love me with all of you, not just some
fall as deep as I
but you never have
It isn’t your way
you are
sunlight hitting surface
to us beneath
the warmth barely gets through
and we grow thin
and restless
and hungry
