Two Little Sparks

My life is contrite but my feelings are right, And I will always face bitter scorn, Two little sparks wink my night; keep my spirit alight, As I wait for the fortnight to dawn. I sit in my bed as I cradle my head, Flick through pictures I took on my phone, Whilst my eyes turn to red at the love that's been said, Between three hearts including my own. It's hard to be me there is no subtlety, So I walk into their cold empty room, I grab a soft toy so their aroma deploys, and a saline mark on pillow will bloom. My chest heaves a sigh as I wish away night, and my larynx makes up its own tune, Twelve days must go by while I push on and I try, To exist in this paternal gloom. But soon it will come and the sparks turn to sun, With the tempers and kisses and play, Two plus one is my sum until next time they come, Twelve days is an eternity away. I try not to remind but my world is unkind, as I fall and I die and I weep, Off comes the rind with the bitter inside, As my darlings invade my sleep. Goodnight my cute things; my angels without wings, I will think of you in all that is dear, The joy that you bring just by simply existing, Is the power that is keeping me here.