I.
you, my dearest, are a splendid summer sun
(--- usually), golden all over and under;
and it bothers me, deep into my very bones,
when you listen to those filthy, filthy lies
and let them muddy your bright pretty mind.
II.
when my world of desperate mirages
(and un-tempered glass)
s - h - a - t - t - e - r - e - d ---
you picked up my missing pieces
and wrapped me in your safetyblanket arms,
precious eye of my hurricane life..
--- and i thank you, forever...
though i know i don't have to.
III.
sometimes i stop, and furrow, and wonder
when bare threads connecting us will f r a y a w a y
--- empty inside jokes, too
worn-out (and half-forgotten) to
evoke more than faded mere-habit half-smiles..
IV.
i was already unraveled from the inside-out,
a cracked and brittle little glass shell
--- when you
s h a t t e r e d
every(single)thing.
and you will never know how jagged were the pieces,
even though i showed you...
but i do not resent you; nor am i bitter, or wilted (now)
because in the end --- i didn't need you after all.
V.
you are brimful of fairytale happyendings
and you shine like pure sunlit love ---
and oh, how dearly i adore you
because with you (with us), there is
only bubbling burbling joyjoyjoy,
and neither daunting distances nor tedious time
could ever, ever change that.
VI.
for you, i have run dry of words.
everything, every single thing, has been said ---
it hangs vaguely all about us
tattered and faded, wornwornworn o u t.
and...yet...
and yet, there is that piece of me...
(small, jagged, so stubborn..)
...that still belongs to you, somehow
VII.
when we each slipped out of the other's life,
a deep (...forgotten) sort of lonesomeness
began emerging from the depths...
see, when i found you, i found my self
--- and i dearly miss my soul's favorite companion.
VIII.
you --- you are a delightfully bright light,
and even through your busybusybusybee-ness
you shine into my life, so yellow-warm;
(but sometimes...i find niggling shadow-doubts...)
but, we are still yet early dawning; so just know
you are adored.