The sunlight radiated from the window a warmth
that contrasted the cold comfort seeping from your lips.
Was it always a dissonant chord we were strumming?
Were we ever in tune with the song our love was humming?
Should I apologize for all your missed opportunities,
your unspoken words? I was never someone
you needed most. Mostly, I'm sorry
that I'm not as happy as you wished I could be.
—
My dreams bled into days, and the pressure
couldn't stop the bleeding. I kept my eyes closed
from the sunlight, my ears from the white noise;
maybe that was the problem.
Black and white don't sell as well as shades of grey,
making me wonder if you ever saw what my mirror saw.
The skyline no longer shines its radiance onto me, and
I wonder if the overcast skies over you are raining as well.
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