mango summer sunset | | august poems (2023)

Epiphany

I've been existing for the sake of existing;
letting my life grow stale.
The sun was a hot molten yellow,
glaring through the cloud wall
as if it were smoke.
The tears that ran down my face tasted like sweat,
flowed like a broken dam;

I'm so exhausted.

My eyes are drooping as I'm driving-
eyes on the road, eyes on the road,
eyes are on another life,
eyes are on you:
the lines of your face
and the melody of your laugh.
What a relief that we have grown
through life together;
though we have changed your eyes
are still the same- blue, with flecks of gray,
open, as open as the sea.

You left so quickly-
don't go!
Please, come back!

Boa constrictor around my throat
and I'm nauseous upon the
epiphany that
going back would not be the same,
because I am right
where I'm supposed to be.