04-07-2016, 05:08 AM
Sunrise
Perfectionism does not lend itself much
to euphoric moments. Every first is flawed,
and every retry admits fault.
My voice sounds like her voice now. At least
I try to say different words, but even in that
I fail. My milestones were cracked, mazed
with veins of disdain, disapproval, her presence,
then his. His was worse, because I chose it.
He took from me a wedding day, births
of children, bright hours and best years.
When I closed that door, his voice remained;
hers returned.
Then I heard yours, and it was louder.
You spoke to me of joy and I believed you. Let
it in, strange and new. You saw the cracks
and didn't add to them, just nodded and carved
new stones. Each touch, still, is a thrill I never
thought to feel.
Every first breaks bonds to the past. I welcome
every sunrise as the first time
I will spend that day with you.
Perfectionism does not lend itself much
to euphoric moments. Every first is flawed,
and every retry admits fault.
My voice sounds like her voice now. At least
I try to say different words, but even in that
I fail. My milestones were cracked, mazed
with veins of disdain, disapproval, her presence,
then his. His was worse, because I chose it.
He took from me a wedding day, births
of children, bright hours and best years.
When I closed that door, his voice remained;
hers returned.
Then I heard yours, and it was louder.
You spoke to me of joy and I believed you. Let
it in, strange and new. You saw the cracks
and didn't add to them, just nodded and carved
new stones. Each touch, still, is a thrill I never
thought to feel.
Every first breaks bonds to the past. I welcome
every sunrise as the first time
I will spend that day with you.
It could be worse