Late for the Sky
Mirrors haunt sometimes.
Smiles, like sundials fade
off into a non-descript
piece of time.
"You never knew
What I loved in you.
I don't know what you
loved in me."
Those words rush through me
Like the coldest water.
They brittle my bones.
They make pains
inside my arms and legs.
When I sleep I have dreams;
Visions that I can't take.
"How long have I been dreaming
I could make it right
if I closed my eyes
and tried with all might?"
The tighter my eyes shut
the more they burn.
The stronger I clench my fist
the more it reminds me
of why they were clenched.
I have the thought of being late.
Always late for something.
Always remembering that you can't
be late for the sky.
In every nerve there is a will.
In every will there is a way.
(or so they say)
My way is in the cold water.
Sleeves are up.
Head is down and smiling at the pool.
