The
sun has come.
The
mist has gone.
We
see in the distance
Our
long way home.
I
was always yours to have.
You
were always mine.
We
have loved each other in and out of time.
But the sun never came. I lived in darkness, only comforted
On the days you deemed appropriate, enslaved,
Dark matter, you silenced my sorrow when you promised
to leave
The light on. The mist, it stayed, covered my mirror
In shadowed thoughts of the future when the present
was damn-near dead
And I was all but living, kept alive by your lonesome
sentiments,
A rose by any other name would be as deadly as your
heart
Was to my soul, sweeter than your skin, acid,
untraceable, my death
Came at a quarter to three when my heart stopped.
The distance became a dot to comfort me in my journey
past your
Home, to my own bed where I spent the nights fighting
tears back,
The cold remorse of steel against my skin felt warmer
than
Your voice these days, it promised me eternity, lost,
And I just wanted to feel loved again, or once.
The
sun never came.
The
mist, it stayed.
I
can’t see in the distance.
I
don’t know my way.
I
was never yours to have.
But
you were always mine.
We
once loved each other in and out of time.
~ Kai Alexander Means
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