I see you.
Looking for the sun.

Your fight for the sunny delights of this life,
means you’ve never saved for rainy days.

So here we are…
Drenched.

There must be some mistake.
Listen,
we were made for greatness.
And if hunger is what it takes for me to stay awake…
may I be a victim.
May my cheekbones tell my ribs that I was bold.

Your happiness has become my burden.
Toes aching as we stay here searching
for a smile that allows the side
of your mouth to rise beyond the clutches of time.

At the expense of mine.

But it’s fine…
I mean, indeed…we’re drenched but,
I’ve never seen anything move people faster than being wet does.

I see you…
looking for the sun.