The Glow Of You, J

Do you think of me in the dark of night?

Do you hear my voice,

my laugh,

in quiet moments?

Do you miss me?

Too many questions.

Eating at me.

Like a starving dog ravaging its first meal in weeks.

I watched our friendship wilt at my softest touch.

Now I must stop watering that which can no longer grow.

And it burns

Like fire in my chest

Sorrow.

Anger.

Could it not be fixed?

Lovingly patched with gold to create something more beautiful?

Or am I so easily replaced?

If you had imbedded my flesh with your barbs,

and left me to bleed out,

Would it not be easier?

I am hateful.

Selfish.

I am angry.

Sorrowful.

I am undeserving of the glow of you.

Although you echo in my memory each day,

It is time to stop watering.

Soon I will only feel you in the little things.

The veiled halo of the moon.

The sweet sound of your favourite song.

The sting of tequila as it touches my tongue.

And may you find me as well.

In the pink of the sky as the sun sets.

The bunny who crosses on your walk.

The roses that smell so sweet.

In gentle whispers and kind words.

In softness.

In what you deserve.