It's Too Late

There is no sun

In this day.

Maybe it’s just too early.

We went our own separate ways.

Maybe you’ll surprise me.

I thought the gulf that divides

Was the ocean we’d swim in.

I thought it was the water

Which would bathe us.

Now I’m on the shore

Feeling drenched.

Staring out over the distance

Which used to be mine.

I’m not saying I owned you,

But you used to be mine?

I used those words

Because I wanted you to respond;

Because I had to respond.

I remembered the intimacy

The soft sleepless kicks

Which never should have

Led to this.

We shared our fears

Now I feel betrayed

And you’re just tired.

Now I can dream

The dreams that were ours.

But it makes me fear being awake.

I could feel the warmth

But it just teases.

These dancing flames

Which illuminate something

And burn.

Which makes the water vapor

And gives me

This land to stand on.

This fire

Ready to kill me

Because I need it badly enough.

And then maybe

You’ll surprise me.

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