you could take the sun away
and I would still
live.
even on the darkest days
the light from the porch
would lead me
away from your door.
I knocked, you didn't answer,
letters left to soak the rain.
heaven sent a gift
of pain.
walking down a crowded path
against the grain.
a frown stretched across the planet
blanketed my face.
the coldness of your
distance makes itself present,
desolate, my mind spins
back to years before.
when you were my light
and not just shattered glass
that hides beneath my feet.