Rehearsal For Summer
The way I could look into your eyes always amazed me,
I was never any good at that before, I think I will be again now.
My eyes emptied ten thousand times since,
It is good to know they have no bottom.
I was always so much taller when I held your hand.
Yet I willingly strived to grow, and I reached your level toward the end.
I took solace in a withered and crooked form,
It was uncomfortable and did not suit me.
For months I found your hair, your scent in an empty drawer,
Tried to hate you, myself, things you said.
I couldn't do it, nothing worked,
It conquers all, I am not a man of hate.
The bruised puffs of cotton are revealing the blue,
A flame haired light is beckoning warmth,
I can reach this now for I know my worth.
I learned it from the rain.
Copyright © Jon K | Year Posted 2017
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