To everyone who's ever been left by anyone.
My Hope Is But A Lightswitch
I do not mind the cold
I do not mind the cold
I'm glad it makes us closer,
If perfect truth be told.
A massive melted snow-lake
Rejects the bottle-boat.
My laughter is a lightswitch
And yours a lonely moat.
If I had held your interest,
I would have told you then,
"I'm happy to be with you."
We just watched lightrays bend.
As you handed off the jacket,
And slipped into her car
I was then retracting
Into a fissured calm.
My hope is but a lightswitch
Expectations just a sleeve.
In the moment you were leaving
I knew you'd always leave.
Copyright
Jennifer North
4 comments:
Oh Jennifer.
You write my life.
Thanks for that.
i don't know what to say, that was...it was really good.
follow up on comment:
i did not say what i wanted, i thought your poem was beautiful, really.
my hope is but a lightswitch
expectations just a sleeve
those words are golden
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