What he does not know

(for Kyrsten)

With white morning sun
a song of you
from subtle melody to crescendo
all I can think
is to wrap myself in the grasp of your
tempo where we play all day
from good morning sunshine
to twinkle twinkle little star

I am lost to know how he chooses black of road
silver buildings, amber bottles, barrels,
and other make believe worlds
instead of your arms around his neck
your worship of all that he is
and never was

what he does not know
will hurt him like a broken bone never healed
a pain that does not kill
but wakes him each day to remind him
he still lives in spite of it
pain that never allows his laughter
to be full or true again
your longing for him now becomes his longing for you then


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