Letter 8/12/2016

Dusk

When I was younger

I thought the moon was the sun

turning it’s tired head

The dark made a promise it would rise with me 

When I was older

but younger still

I thought dark shadows fell 

when you turned from me

and were you tired, like I was?

or were you just scared because 

When we were bolder-

had that hunger still

I thought I’d gladly greet hell for you

when you looked at me.

and do you remember?

When you said you were awake at last? 

That you’d put everything at stake at last? 

Was that a glimmer peering through?

Or had it finally gotten to you? 

Because when things got colder

it was hunt or be killed 

you thought the truth was one we couldn’t un-tell

even when we tried to be

light again. 

Isn’t it a lonely thing?

to realize at last?

that we idealize the past? 

And what may have been a glimmer

we let grow dimmer

and burn out

A promise to rise together, forgotten

When I was older 

no longer climbing up that hill

I learned that the other side of the moon

is only the moon 

and you’d be gone soon. 

You’ll be gone soon.