tHe skY oF Me (eM)
the past haunts me like a thousand glowing stars in the sky of me.
stretching, vast, and endless.
cold, hard, sparkling embers keeping time with the rise and fall of the warm, bright sun of todays. glinting, always hinting, at what once was, but shall not be. these jewels of the yesterdays i would rather forget, yet cannot when i lay my eyes upon the way they radiate…. their twinklings mesmerizing me into thinking, hoping, and wishing for things that seem ghostly in the light of day. how often i beg that the clouds would spread and stretch to cover them, blotting them from my sight, my mind…. my heart (or what’s left of it).
each tiny gem hides a face, a thought, a feeling… a lover… a childhood… a regret…. a gratitude…. a loss…. addresses, cities, and shiftings…. so many lives hiding in that big black sky….
[but…… i guess….. maybe….. sometimes…… if i breathe just right… i can almost enjoy the way those diamonds shine to remind me.]