Seeing Eye to Eye
The arc of a hand Across a clock face, Is the same curve A falling star makes.
I don’t know why
This matters to me
Or why God allows me To see such things.
But you understand
When I don’t write
The type of things
People want;
My psyche has shadows... Crannies and scars
And no rainbow-- But black bars.
I’m sorry, Love,
I dampen your eyes
And deepen your pain
With dark surmise;
Sometimes our stars Don’t align...
It’s hard loving A man who writes;
And I know it’s not fair
To stay up nights,
Away from you In a yellow circle Of light.
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