I choke back the words:
“I never should have loved you
if I’m so easy to let down
or throw away.
Explain to me why nights must fall,
why days break with the dawn,
and why my heart broke with
the crack in your voice.
Though we could mend them all,
the bruised nights and shattered days
are easily forgiven and forgotten.
If you’d take back what you feel.
If only you’d take back what you feel;
keep it to yourself.
And I’ll keep my setting suns
gold instead of red.
My nights would still be stable
and my days would skip the dawn.”
[Work in progress]