Quickie of the Day, Thursday, Sept. 30, 2010

(Not quite a quickie....)

As Close To Goodbye As It Gets

for Tressy

goodnight, sunlight angel

disassembled beneath the glow

of every star I ever promised you

so bright, and

so fulfilling,

I was a fool who couldn’t admit that they

dulled next to your shine

to say I love you is like

suggesting that

sharks have affinity for water

displaced from your environment

it reminds me

that I can’t breathe

but I de-sleeved you of your comfort

and wore your love for me as some badge

too often admired, instead of understood

too easily removed when the moment suggested I could

Boinayel, I rained you tears….luckily, a few of them

were good

I keep expecting you to drift away from me

or clear from my mind like the weather

but we are deeply rooted

opposite tattoos, traced from matching ink

I can’t erase you

we were etched from

the very same ledger,

ashes to ashes, and dust to rib

I am indebted to you, as long as we live

you gave me my solace, in more ways

than the obvious one

you always got me, didn’t you?

even when I was determined to puzzle you

we exist today like Rubik’s cube

I still have a passion for the blues

yet you painted out a rainbow, and I’m

forever impressed by your hues

in the absence of myself,

I can smell your presence, still

a second heartbeat

against my chest most days

I spend time guessing  if I’ll

elude your rhythm

or maybe, just maybe

I am fuku…

that little bit of curse you were given

always embedded in your skin

singes noise hairs, and blots yours eyes

I beg that you forgive me, how I

covered you, like sin

I was too damn cool, for my own good

and appeared so unaffected

yet you have always had me, nervous ramblings

I still tremble when I open

my mind’s porcelain box

(where I placed you, afraid that I’d never reach you)

forever still sunrises in your distance, or perhaps

sunsets in mine, you keep trickling like

a row of lost pearls down my spine

I piece strings with awkward fingers

unlucky enough, they don’t find

their way to reset

forgetting is obsolete, since you are a

whisper each time I close my eyes

massive and directional like gravity

every new set of eyes is affected by you

will they ever match up?

can they ever compare?

the ripest peach, that I left, half-eaten

thinking, you were way too sweet

but always right….