Slivers of dawn cut through drawn blinds
And the day invades this room,
Casting angry rays of reality
That slice across the ceiling and floor;
Our intertwined bodies are bathed
In swatches of impending light.
Where do you end, and I begin?
It will not be easy to separate the two
In spite of what awaits,
For it is not only the night that will end
Once the sun crests the dim horizon.
In the last hushed recesses of the dawn,
I will my fingertips to memorize the surface of your skin,
The curve of your face,
Every fiber, every sinew, every muscle;
My lips press against your shoulder, your arm,
Your elbow, your hand, your face,
And I’m tumbling end over end;
I’ve been here before—
But this dawn is different;
It offers no reprieve…
The room fills with light,
And I know it’s time to go.
In the quiet crevices of this morning
I will drag myself, heavy-hearted, into the new day
And face the insurmountable chasm it will leave behind.
No more blame;
No more fault—
Just murmurs of reveries
Just echoes of impossibilities…
Without ceremony, I gather my thoughts,
Gather my wits
Gather my strength
And cross the vast divide that separates
Two people whose hearts are in the right place,
But who just can’t seem to get it together.
This rift between us offers no truce, no amnesty,
But instead, it offers us harsh fractures that split
Night from morning
Forgiveness from pain
Me from you.