Pulling the shades.

I’ve been kissed by the sun, but no longer glow,
because the ripples of what has not been,
move through my mind,
while I gaze at a canal in Amsterdam.

The beautiful reflections of my illusions are cruising,
often crashing into the stones of reality.

I envy these office buildings,
for the sun always comes back
to give attention to their every floor.

You are a ray of light
that chose me,
I am the window
you pierced through,
warmed,
only to rise for another.

Now I am cold,
and I’ve trapped myself
in my cubicle of dependence,

Yes, I’ve been kissed by the sun,
and although I don’t glow anymore,
I’ve pulled the shades,
and won’t be waiting for you
when you set.

 

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